Every delicacy is laid out with great care,
Every entry is taken care off with attention rare,
Every possible way is chalked out with minute tare,
All things are set in exquisite style calling it fair.
The stage is well set for the game,
The parties look for a medium to blame,
They locate no such disqualifications to name,
They settle for a compromise all the same.
Suddenly controversies and conflicts get ahead in a speed,
Rebellions and revolts race swiftly in a lead,
The finality draws to a close intensive bleed,
Succumbing to the afflictions of a strangling breed.
Bombshell and grenades cause a tumultous loud,
Shrieks and shouts keep the land in terrible cloud,
Collapses and fall downs attempt a consideration shroud,
The rejection of peace and joy is felt aloud.
The dictators raise a hue and a cry,
The revolters agitate for freedom and try,
The West stealthily creeps in a sly,
Eyeing the oil wells with a shy.
The desert falls a prey to the conspiracy ,
Its wealth is robbed in high frequency,
The self proclaimed leaders deal with a piracy,
Along with the Western assured tenancy.
The emptying of the platter is swift
The treasure gets almost over in a regular drift,
Oh! No! the oil wells keep on supplying like a gift
Unmindful of the turbulence and a wicked drift.
One reply on “A Desert In A Platter”
Greed is indeed what I think it is all about…not human need.