Afghanistan's worry

IN THEIR OWN LAND....

DAME-OH-CRAZY

 The temple housing the high priestess of political puppetry lies well enveloped by a string of self fostering voodoo dolls, mostly dressed in politically correct white - starched to  angelic deception.  

Voodoo dolls of varying hues, proportion, fame and stakes, took on the numerous chores needed to keep the temple of conniving aspiration running, customised blessings flowing and bags full of charities coming. A vicious circle of confounding asymmetries it was. After all, it is politics.

In the inner chambers of the great mausoleum, was seated the high priestess ensconced in the comforts of her position. Placed in front of her, was her favourite figurine swaying East to West.In typical voodoo practice, this effigy too was pierced to silence.

Placed at her feet, was a stone of manipulative brilliance, etched on which was a personalised  definition of democracy put to practice in both letter and spirit.

FOR HER, BY HER, OF HER

JAYALALITHA : Mummy's Ire

There is this lady from Madras

whose head was covered in grass

When napping in the rice field

she stumbled on a prized shield

which she now claims is a farce

A farce it is not, announced a foe

he moved earth with his soiled toe

Down and under, the mummy swore

through heart and liver she charged and tore

letting it know, she was ready to mow

A change in time, moved the tide

terror, stuck the nation wide

while the country stood to thwart it hard

mummy chose to play a different card

She huffed and puffed

And had the rest muffed

down on their knees

and the effort in piece

she walked out stuffed

A WANTED Army !!

The ARMY Politicians want...

The ARMY People want...

The ARMY, the ARMY want