The Admonition of a privileged philistine - A verse

 When the contours of this idea was taking shape, little did I realize that washing some dirty linen of my community peers would take the form of verse. But once some initial lines formed, this form of offending in verse seemed to get more and more appealing. I don’t want a longer prefatory prose to steal the thunder of my verse. Leaving this to your interpretation, thoughts and judgment to read through and between the lines of this offering in rhyme.

Admonition of a privileged imbecile

Oftentimes have I toyed nail and tooth

With chastening of the ‘Shishupaal’s’

Of this world and forsooth

Dare I say, my waylaid commune

Yet to only draw back from the edge

Of that essential retort

To the scruples of a widening wedge

In quieting the prattle of a trolling brat

Unlike ‘Krishna’, whose weapon, its whirring course

Wouldn’t stray from its repining prey

Some inner voice of my introspecting play

Stays the call for the fool’s remorse

From the pathos of Finance and Futures

To the bathos of “deep state” and the “Soros gang”

How have the mighty conspiracist ignoramus fallen

Into the fathomless depths of their own imbecilic delusions

Can the belated whiplashing verse

Yet repulse the resentful echoes

Of right-wing rancor wallowing in its self-raging concourse

With its cavil at every progress and liberal wish

Can such pious admonition still waste

Its polemic and vitriolic sting

On these wastrels with no redemption

From the gaping hollows of their darkening souls

But yet, let’s spend some satire on dimmer wits

Hoisted with their own privileged petard

Of ignorant malice and cruel glitz

If naught, just to carry this voice to the world

That even if virtue be not its own reward

Surely imbecility is its own curse.