The Scramble- A Poem

Words of war or war of words
There’s heap and there’s hip
There’s morning and there’s mourning
There’s we and there’s them
There’s faith and there’s fate
What sense would all these make to little?

He’s the breadwinner of the family
Yet he’s part of the war
Great puzzle, that’s what he termed it
Puzzle of puzzles, Kate reiterates
N was changed to P
E was tainted to H
P was ‘morphosed to C
A was changed to N
Son of monkey, always a monkey
But what sense would the puzzle make
To a rural resident like Kate?

Papacy Holy Communion is here again…
Old wine in a new jar, it tastes the same
There’s repackaging and there’s rebranding
There’s NEEDs and there’s SEEDs
Many haven’t forgotten LEEDs
There’s ‘eight goals’ and there’s ‘seven points’
Arithmetic progression or geometric retrogression?
Where were you…?
When Mr. SAP slapped Kate’s father to a coma


There stands the lecturer on the podium
And he compounds the pandemonium
Public enlightenment campaign, that’s what he terms it
There’s liberalization and there’s deregulation
There’s privatization and there’s commercialization
There’s redenomination and there’s decimalization
What sense would all these make…
To a village champion like Kate

Little Kate still perspires in akimbo
Who will rescue her from this sneaking limbo?
Everyone seems to have deceived her
There’s her father and there’s her teacher
There’s Papacy and there’s her lecturer
But who will tell her…
That ‘change of character’ is the only word
That can replace the war.



Illusion? Deception? Call it whatever!