Cash-less life is a good life

But, a war-less life would be better,

Life seems reduced to transactions and tweets

Digitised now is the letter.

Selfies and Smartphones

Smart cars without chauffeurs,

Dress shoes and sandals

Now replaced by ‘loafers’.

A kite was the missile, and

That lethal line of thread,

That launched it to the skies

Leaving no one dead

Unlike the missiles of today

That hurtle through time and space,

Competing with each other

To end the human race.

Have we lost our marbles

Or, gone just plain mad?

Trillions spent on armaments

O poet, you are naïve, sad.

Realpolitik is another world

That you will not comprehend

For, it entails sending everyone

’Round the proverbial bend.

We need weapons we’re told

To keep war at bay,

It’s a deterrent, didn’t you know

To keep peace in play.

Life now’s a game

Wealth creation the end,

Strange that objective

Will it to extinction, man, send?

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)