ICC- too lame to blame?

Too shy to cry, too wild to tame,

Too weak to speak, too lame to blame.

Too arrogant to learn, too grand to stand, 

Unashamedly biased crooks,

 Too choosy of a brand.

 No cares if millions vanish, 

In massacres by the strong, 

But catch them, alive or dead, 

When the weak tread wrong. 

Not that it's wrong, 

When the wrong are caught, 

Not that it's bad,

 The too-weak fought, 

But too hypocritical

 To whine and bark

 About justice 

 Hidden in the dark; 

Giving the ones

 Too big to fight,

 The license to kill

 In broad daylight. 

Ignoland

One day talks of peace,

Next day drums of war;

Fishy, ignorant people,

In an ignorant land wherefore?

Crazy imbeciles, little minds of no use,

Ignorant of your ignorance,

And so much talented in ruse.

Stand for peace, for mutual growth,

Make a solid ground on which to stand;

Not for  rhetorics of damage and war,

Whose only  bastion is Ignoland.

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A world under one roof,

 With all family at peace,

What a place to envy for all,

How foolish a thing to miss!

The world as bright

The world is a wondrous place

It endures all love and hate,

Against all odds of natural laws,

And against all odds of fate.

Even more so does the world 

Have less issues that divide than bind,

To the more considerate and less bellicose

It reciprocates more in kind. 

The butterfly effect

Those little wings flapping

In far far away worlds of a butterfly:

They could have changed the kinematics of the planet

And the dynamics of the air in its sky;

Which could have triggered me 'write this piece

Rather than  read a book,

Or the failure in Mandela's health

And the  carnage in Sandy Hook.

Or the sudden upsurge of wealth in China

While Europe in austerity woes,

Or the long-winding plunge in wars

Of Middle Eastern sectarian foes.

More than just a beautiful insect

The butterfly on the next flower,

It makes more other flowers to blossom

That call for  more rain-shower.

It makes the oceans dry,

Or swell up in tide,

And orders the stars to shine

Or the galaxies to collide.

This legendary butterfly

With colorful wings that flutter,

May it make more chaos and order

Than make its own bread and butter?

Nothing to buy from the talkshop

The dictators club at last

Fests a fifty-year ride,

An egomaniac journey

With dictatorship as supreme guide;

Clad with ironies of celebrations 

For the freedom and love of peace

While helping suspects-cum- genociders

Evade the law than face justice.

The dictators club talks of peace,

But peace for whom, if ask I may,

They preach about human rights

When humans are jailed away,

For no other crimes than demanding

For their natural right to have a say.

A half century talk of unity

In self- divided clubs of nations,

How try fool a billion people,

Via empty speeches at talk-stations?

I find nothing, your excellencies

From your empty talk-shops but lie,

Which no matter how cheap, never

The poor you impoverished ever should buy.

I find you fake, your excellencies,

Too selfish to lend your ears,

To the people you purport to stand,

Too the people that live in fears!

Sleepless nights

Noisy lousy days, distractions galore

With little help to do a right,

With end of it comes end of work

Just before the quiet of night...

No right as rightly done,

As would tell you the norm,

Useless exodus to work at day,

Ironic but true to form.

But just after  noisy lousy days are gone,

Creep in nights with fresh breeze,

Turn the reflective mode of  mind  and run

Lonesome, sleepless times of work to seize.

Into the blue sky

Off  into  the blue sky

By the flying machine you go,

Waving farewell to  earth-bound love

More chained in love than ever so;

But with wings of thought

Faster than a  plane that fly,

I've reached your destination

Before your hug and kiss of 'bye.