Life's not just about vitamin M

I close my eyes, to visualize
a foggy image; and then emotional tides...

ubiquitous poverty around me,
building a nation just on money

the laborer- he lives within sheets of tin,
his misfortune he connects to his pre-birth sin;

somewhere his brother, in a jungle far
places a claymore beneath black tar.

One let fate decide- driven away from home
one decided to fight back, and he wasn't alone.

My nation is of two people
my nation is of two paths,

one moves to the right; traveling at great speed
one is pushed to the left, while the State pays no heed;

As the rain on tin pitter patters
in the jungle a rifle cracks; and blood splatters!

The brother in the jungles is ecstatic and cries "Victory";
his nephew and niece make paper boats; hiding their misery

Towers of capitalism, flags of industry - in the city
The jungle goes from lush green to rouge-red; Maoism has no pity;

And while rain floods the city
blood puddles turn up in the jungle...

Two brothers; separated by what?
are we one nation, or two based on thought?

Both have issues, real and true

on the brink of civil war;
that day may not be too far,

while we annihilate the Maoist menace,
are we rebuilding? We should as penance...

Before it becomes an us versus them
spare them some kindness;
after all life's not just about vitamin M...

- Adi