Pipers of Doom

Fine clothes the pipers wear

Even clergy robes they do not spare,

Championing faith, ancestry, utopia, ,

Mesmerizing words that induce myopia,

To bitter lessons of yesteryears,

We refuse to lend our ears,

Thus to these seducers we concede,

Just pawns in their games of greed,

Hapless rats we become,

To their iron will, we succumb

Their misguided horde, they relentlessly urge

Towards inevitable doom we surge,

“Awake, Oh fools!!” I beseech in haste,

                                            Before this world they lay to waste                                           

-R.Gunasingam (Dec.2003)