Humanity Sold Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Might not have seen
You, a market I talk about
Like pumpkin grown over cottage roof
Moringa leaves hard saved from
mandibles of catterpillar
and spinach grown in our garden
are sold in a market place
The ruler class and
Their trader friends
With their covetous eye
Shrewd enough
To buy and sell their honesty.
The rare painting of
cool moon light
Sold for billion US dollar
Patent for poetry on hunger
Is granted to a broker
Of corporate class.
Tear shed from our longing eyes
too sold to calm down their libido.
Our sensibilty, our honesty
Commodity for glamour market
humanity is sold in the market place
In the clear day light.