FROM ZERO-X TO GODS OWN COUNTRY

At the zerox centre was the girl
Who pouted for an original kiss
But, madam, when Bufallos are zeroed
And foxes are cowed
And so is sex
The zero ox  doesn't yield much
The kiss couldn't be given
Since love needs the truth
To hold.

When we have to pay a pal, or for some p(A)l (milk)
The 'Paypal' doesn't pay
And an ordinary person
Knows that extraordinary things have to be done
So that everyone's meal is not taken away
For the banquet of the king
When the water is denied
Freedoms taken away
And the Pandit is just a bandit with a fallen 'P'
Who is made to work for the rotten scholar in his termite nest
A termite was fit there, but not this asshole,
Who wants to take all the world for himself and
Leave the wor(l)d to rust.

His wishes were to mount up to his haven (heaven)
Upon other people's backs
To put out the black s(u/o)n
By his yuppee proceeds and proceedings
Pharoanic thought
And Platonic music
And to find fault with the other even in his looks and looking.
Though this could never be
Because if we couldn't, he also couldn't
And then we had the option of all going blind
(I -Ram indeed is gone all the roses)
Without the touch of God
He made us worship gold,
Because when his Sita saw through him
And ran off
And no gold could fetch her back for him
He made an idol of gold
And set out to trample her
The daughter of mother Earth.
He couldn't stand Bahubali(Vaali),
From another mother,
Who had taken the world both-ways ,
Materially, and spiritually,
And would even give  his opponent some weight
And could take from him double his power
And wouldn't let his material rule his God
For whom Sita had a crush,
For his openness
In letting Sita into his arms
And had to poke fun of him
Who was so mild and powerful
Without a blame
And had to crush him with deceit
And cunning
And fratricidal war
In which he annexed the kingdom
And made Bharat into a monkey slave
For himself.


From the Rasta came the sounds of friendly footfalls
And the Rastaman went to the Sun, Ra and the Serpant
That touched the earth every bit on its way
Ravan was filling some grass in his chillum
Sitting in his yard
And the magpie was singing a nice song for him
His ten faces beaming
A thousand suns.
The rains were again good
And even the deserts flowered when he passed by.
The mountains flew about
The snake had risen from the dep(A)ths
And from one being to another
There was always a way
Because nothing could be finished
When the egg was broken
When it was only half-born
The embryo cried out
This should not be
The world was split in two
Day and night
Light and dark
Good and evil
Light and darkness
The upper and the lower
And Ravan's chariot
Was blocked in its flight
While Ram with his chants for himself
Was made to look like music for all
In the groves
Nagas were torched to fire
Khandavas which  the fire was made to devour
Out of a craving to destroy
Since a craving for love was deemed bad for his haven (which he called Heaven)
Every name spoke of jargon, deceit at his hand
And when a house was torched
It was said to be made of wax
The axe man went around cutting heads for his cuisine
The brahmin made himself out of an unborn babe
The riches where taken
And so was the land
Sex was made taboo
Love forbidden
Books were burned in the pyre
Which they lit
Since the knowledge of Buddha
Was thought no more needed
Women were made to obey
Animals and people
All turned into slaves
With Aswamedhas, matanga leelas,
Smrithis and hearsay(heresy)
Swam-anthakas stolen
So that the killing of others could proceed
Without trouble
With domesticity
Killing freedom
And the dome
From which light came forth
Was to be destroyed with a hit on his head
Arre yaar(arya!)* cried the people-
Why kill the love?.
And the blue jackal
Calling himself Krishna
Entered every tribe to split it and destroy
Manu  who made up his time
With these proceeds and differences (Manvantaras)
Was asked by the people "et tu, brute!" (Man,You!)..
The pigs who went around raping and plundering Earth
The Pilates of the world
Who were out to kill every Buddha
The children killed at birth
And replaced by the jackal
Kaliyas(the blacks) trampled
And Sarpa satraas that burned people
To a char
And the thousand hooded serpant
Dancing with the infinite made to look like a demon
Or made into a bed
For the free looters chieftian
While Parswanaathas and their 'know-ledges'
Lay suffering
Every flow had to be curtailed, every door patrolled
Walls had to climb up to the skies
And the senses blocked
So that the blue jackal could take over the world
And howl at the moon light
Until the world knew it
That this could not be
And came about
And said,
Leave the doors open
Let the waters flow
Let love be
And the hunting be done with,
So that the rasta of faith can be taken to
And everybody turns a rastaman
So that the world can move ahead in love
And the road to hatred
To war
To oppression and depression
To prisons and to idols
The zeroxes
That deny the original that is god
Be closed
So that the hell that we were in
And the mirage of heaven
Could be done with and the paradise
Of Kal-ki (of the yesterdays)
And of tomorrows
Where the time is simultaneous
And no more linear
And health is spontaneous
And no more progressive
Be re established
And everybody taken to be an equal
In every right !
And the truth can be seen
As ever present and everywhere!
So the road is open
Remove your shoes and proceed,
And wear it when you need it and if you do
Since nothing is no more taboo
Because the world is with God
And god is no more down under
Because earth has a flight through his darkness
And pleasure can be taken to.




*What is this that you are doing? later seen as "Ma Nishada!" in Valmikis text to make it appear that it were the ordinary tribes who were responsible for the killing of the bird of love(holy spirit) or the most powerfull Jina or god of that time Mahabali, who had attained that position through the great sacrifices that he had committed for the people and his egalitarian regime, while it were the aryan head hunters like Parasurama who were out killing of enlightened people and establishing the fiefdom of Ram.