Burning! Burning! Whole world is burning
Erased ghettos, razing down skyscrapers
Mowed out farms, fields and meadows
Smoldering woods, thickets and vines
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a valient one this big brother edging out the rest
An impressive passionate piece, which I can almost hear screamed and yelled to music, the way that the young punk musicians express their anger and frustration with the staus quo. Your concerns are more widely based and more altruistic but the passion is equally ferocious. An honest and heartfelt poem, I believe.
A wonderful wake up call for the big brother that flows well with the theme. A vividly painted developing world looking for for leadership from the big brother rather than 'dadagiri' and inert role.
I gave this an 8 because I was able to understand it enough to get the full enjoyment out of the meaning. Big Brother is a powerful symbol and he comes alive in this poem. I expect him to appear at any moment. GW62
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! I am amazed! ! ! ! ! i haven't read anything like this before! it's amazing because it's original and such words have never put that big of an image in my mind before! ! ! ! ! ! beyond10
Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! I am amazed! ! ! ! ! i haven't read anything like this before! it's amazing because it's original and such words have never put that big of an image in my mind before! ! ! ! ! ! beyond A 10
a very vivid account of degradation of man and, and man made disasters horror, disgust comes through your images.have we become helpless spectators? 10 Mamta
Good writing bad news.Probably prophetic.Mankind has never found a war it didn't like!
a vivid illustration in words..concerning world atrocity...but theres is God to oversee of the events..and to believe on Him...good concept and well done.. Ency Bearis
sathya.. this day 6th Aug 2008 63 years after Hiroshima.... ....blood smudged pages of history..brings live the horrors of world War 1 & 2.. ....occupation - invasion..of our ancient cuture..traditions.. subsequent 'division' of.... Mahabharat... a nightmare.. relatively.. recent conflicts....in the middle east... Iran -Iraq...Gulf war..1 & 2.. point a finger...towards.. one and only BIG Brother..... Alas we too..played into their hands... shame MAN...(moham) Money, , , , SIN...! ! ! ! your..lines..a symphony of the oppressed... great sentiments... regards.. sivann
i felt your angst while reading this amazing poem full of images, satire and puns. we all know the politics behind the arm dealers and the innocent scapegoats, a very fine poem Sathya. i hope the message is heeded.10
Big Brother Sin-drome: enjoyed your poem, powerful imagery and like the pun on 'sadist-faction'. -chuck
Today in the world, muzzle power and money power play a big brother role, as you say. The armament factory produces deadly weapons. They are piling up in their godowns. How to dispose them? In the big brother way, ofcourse. Drop them on the heads, who don't listen to the big brother. A fine theme.
So many concerns that need to be addressed - NOW! You put it very blatantly into words and images that one can hardly ignore. Yet man is still wearing blinders and thinks he can survive forever. The game will be over one day, and he did not play it well. Thank you for your powerful insight, Sathya. Linda
Thanks dear Sathya for this great piece. I love antiwar poems. The empire of warmongers will not last for longer. Your duty as poet to create awareness among people against war. I really love this poem.
i can literally feel the feverish grip under which u wrote this poem...i feel the burning!
This is a real concern raising piece of poem. Great awakening. Let the world see and ammend its ways. Thanks for sharing this with us. Plus 10 to you
Reminded me of the WIZARD from THE WIZARD OF OZ