A confluence of a kind
be it a lively bind
needs a courtesy at the base
that of an understanding in the trace
where there should be participation full
not circumscribed to the distinctive pull
those of the few who have a say
take the reins in an easy play
a sort of dictatorial evidence on the move
an interaction of the anointed with the prove
the rest look like a subordinate sect
a few families repeatedly conduct with a tact
a sort of elimination done subtle
a hurt inflicted on the target focused
yet a clever silence is maintained
a deceive done with an aim preordained,
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Confluence”
Sounds like a sad state of affairs.