Ballad Of Commoners Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Come, come the common herd
Terrified, tired not having any mirth.
Come the wide eyed faces lumps
Beneath the shadow of cares and compassion,
Though have served the improper, rich and power
Enough for few bucks and raised futile ruckus
Over paltry alms in your coffers,
By which ye built the sheds and beget comates
And make the Earth heavier with more scoundrels.
Never sought the greater sky nor the truth beyond sultry life,
Ran amock blindly believing the stones and customs as Heaven doors
And stoop like camel fashion in vain hope of peanuts.
Seldom travelled to the ken of treasure trove
Left by greater souls in letters gold,
And ye hungry wolves tossing the coloured stones
Bury the persepering wounds within heaping tinsels.
Come, come thy inscrutable fellows
With all incarnations from labours to heroes,
And more in deadly form with dangling badges
Of degrees old, howling empty sermom toward hapless souls
To bring out more blockheads with senses cold.
Come, come the faithful good herd
With visible horns and black laced tails,
That have served enough the rich and gold
And has grown sufficient old to adieu the next legion.