Anarchical Society – Delhi Poetry Slam

Anarchical Society

BY ARNAV KULKARNI

A new society, they said
Progressive thinking consists this modern utopia
Equality and justice for all, they said
Yet people blinded by their discriminative phobias

Our country in utter shambles
Filled with indifference and hatred
The homeless suffer, trying to break their shackles
Pinned down by society, victims of bloodshed

What good is a voice if it can’t be heard
Like Alcestis, needy struggle to find their voice
Shunned and shamed into following the herd
Could society have changed, if we gave them a choice

Our country filled with hypocrites and liars
Leaders blame others, when they’ve started the fires
Politics has shaped our society in such a way
That cows are treated better than women in dismay

Power drunken leaders, promise a better tomorrow
Blinded by greed, they can’t stop the hurt
Their own followers awakened, filled with sorrow
Humanity and moral obligations kicked to the dirt

We all have a brain, a heart, a soul
We cry the same tears, and bleed the same red
Yet somehow our society has created a dark hole
A hole of blind hate, wishing the others were dead

They say the grass is always greener on the other side
I guess in some cases, that’s unfortunately true
People are struggling daily, waiting to turn the tide
Meanwhile the rich get richer, poverty spreads like a flu

Empathy, love and understanding are long forgotten traits
You’ll never see an affluent kid, befriend a boy who loads crates
Society always judges a book by its cover
We’ve all forgotten, true beauty is what lies under

Our women struggle, undermined and abused
They toil hard, only for their basic rights to be refused
How has our society fallen so low
Our poisonous roots, incapable of growth

Our aging leaders are all stuck in the past
With their corrupt minds, they lack common sense
How does dividing people create a society that lasts
These false prophets hide, behind their white picket fence

Modern day struggles are always ignored
Life seems easy for the fortunate ones
Behind the mist of luxury, there’s a dying hoard
Living in the dark, miss the warmth of the sun

Aren’t we all searching for something
Something that makes us feel whole
If our appearance and beliefs meant nothing
We all could’ve worked towards the same goal

That’s the harsh reality of life
Our forefathers have paved our way
Left and right, people filled with strife
Only the rich aren’t filled with dismay

Our entire establishment is an illusion
Tricked us into thinking they’ve brought stability
But all they’ve created is anarchy and delusion
Will we ever see peace and serenity

What’s needed is a drastic change
Shed old beliefs and superstitions
Implanted ideas have left you deranged
What was fed to you was merely fiction

The world isn’t black or white
We all drift in the grey area between
Nobody’s the devil, nobody’s Christ
It all depends on how they want to be seen

Our society in anarchy, crying for help
Like a neglected orphan, scarred by its past
It has lost its willpower, down on its knees
Trauma doesn’t see gender, religion or caste

A new society, they said
What good is a society filled with hatred
Equality and justice for all, they said
Then why are all the victims silenced or dead


3 comments

  • It is so beautifully written and an amazing topic… Well done

    Shloka
  • Beautifully written ✨

    Warrior 365
  • That is such a beautifully written poem which states the facts. I love how well it flows and the words so well placed

    Pooh

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