THE SAMURAI
Conscripted into this psychological warfare,
strolling through without fear,
armed with my mind and pen,
wadding off marks men.
From time immemorial,
christening to funeral,
the truth eludes mankind.
Visionaries go blind,
missionaries without compass
spreading factual farce.
At the end of the puzzle, the eyesore
nothing but another jigsaw.
Wallowing in uncertainty,
all confused, laity
and clergy, philosophers
postulators. Propounders,
sold us tales without receipt.
Mastery of deceit,
like archery, archers shooting
arrows of deceit, deceiving,
but my mind is a shield, words
and ideas form, my pen is a blazing sword
sanitizing the world
off polluted ancient ideologies hurled.
Like a shock therapy
dislodging cacophony.
Set patterns of thoughts the society permits,
I vehemently resist,
till the day I die,
pledge to remain a Samurai.
