Another combustible day
Some inflamed breakfast porridge
Some simmering enraged lentils
Served alongside, some meek bland rice
Slump into our gullets.
Destinies applauded, not one morsel wasted
Chosen mortals, greater mortals!
We are! Cower in gratitude!
“Even to almighty’s chagrin, those migrants have been eye sores.”
Some rebukes stirred into the air
“But now they have footwear, special trains being released”
Some patronizing splashes, tainted electronic tabloid’s face
Hitherto, some opinions, shoved and jostled, in most homes
Amidst some resentment, ruminated by many, during nights
Only to be shoddily gulped, with some toothpaste, the next morning.
