To the Executive and the Judiciary

By
Just when I thought you would be our Lincoln
And I would sing to you like Walt Whitman,
‘O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done’,
You left the ship too soon in the shifting winds;
Long before it set sail, even waiting not for it to sink.

Now the sceptre you hold and the helm you steer
Have broken the crown you wore and the gavel you held.
Take a look at who lies on the deck dead and cold.
Fearful trip ours, shameful trip be yours!



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Of Her

By
Oft they say, Tell us more of her. Again do I narrate the stories bristled with miracles. How faith healers seek her to be healed. How autumn searches for her the whole year To be bidden come with autumnal beauty. How the glimpse of her countenance Humiliates the hubris of the Sun. How the Earth is blessed as she treads over. (23-May-2016)
Read more

On the Trinity

By
One of the twelve principles of intellectual conduct that T. Edward Damer, a contemporary philosopher, has espoused is called the principle of charity. He discusses it in his brilliantly written textbook called Attacking Faulty Reasoning published by Wadsworth Cengage Learning. The principle of charity teaches us that we should comprehend and reformulate the opponent’s argument as honestly as they would like us to, and we should allow them to amend it in case they impugn its reformulation. Taking the principle of charity as our guiding principle, I intend to very briefly talk about the doctrine of the Trinity, the Christian conception of God. So, let's begin. The first and most important thing to be cleared in this regard is that Christianity is, or at least claims to be, a monotheistic religion. They don't believe in three gods. Just like Jews and Muslims, they believe in only One God. However, the nature of Christian God is diametrically different from their cousins. It...
Read more

Love With Many Colors-II

By
I identify my love with many things; With letters Greek and Latin, With numbers Natural and Whole, With philosophies Marxian and Hegelian. When I move my fingers  Through her tresses, it feels and sounds  Like the conjugation of Arabic verbs,  A dozen of them for the time past and present. When she along me moves,  Her gait is like Marx’s march of history, A blend of both the body beautiful And the spirit lively.
Read more