Clearly, you are the bulk of the nation,
Forgotten much of the time, except
When you are invoked to deride
Or justify this or that political fashion.
Indeed, when need be, even
Dalal street sings paeans to the ordinary.
O hoi polloi, throughout human history,
Denied dignity or education, you have
Much of the time stood up to save
Whole civilizations from the cruelty
Of those who assumed godhead of one
Kind or another, often in your name,
Spreading greed, lust, and shame,
Generation after generation.
Yet, you must admit it is also true
That in dire times, you have not always
Known the wicked chaff from the maize,
Empowering the cunning desperado,
Only to be betrayed in the extreme
Into hunger, oppression, war, and the dream
Of some perfection of time to ensue.
Now, in this land of togetherness,
Another test awaits your common instinct;
Either to fall to some sanctimoniousness,
Loud and red in blood, but enticing,
Or to read beyond the disingenuous rant
And trust your faith in those whose
Syllables may be scant but deceptions few.