ALL POETRYA POEM BY VISHNU VARDHANI RAJAN

When I Saw This Coming.

When I saw this coming

Vishnu Vardhani Rajan

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I JUST HEAR the music. I can't hear a thing, sorry! When little things are reflective of somethings When the bottle is half the smell When you package the addictions like a perfume When I saw this coming When my big-fight with you wasn't about hiring myself into a job When the systems say everyone can become an entrepreneur and then gamify our freedom to do business When you call it "the right party" I JUST HEAR the music. I can't hear a thing, sorry!

When time changes with seasons When you also commodify my time When you say I am bone-idle When I don't work for your profit When I am dancing with finesse, to the loud uproarious music When you interrupt my pirouettes with your colonial-capitalist canon When I saw this coming I JUST HEAR the music. I can't hear a thing, sorry!

When you create the systems to complicate my rest, sleep and relaxation When you prescribe me golden tinctures instead When I can't afford those in coins When I am more and more exhausted When you continue to favor "the select few" When you efface traditional practices, histories and ancestral wisdoms When you foie gras me with ambition for lucre, nostalgia for the great-agains, and hate for my compatriot I JUST HEAR the music. I can't hear a thing, sorry! When you snub crafts, magic, herbs and the healing witches When you offer me "man-made" lozenges instead When you buy the seeds and stifle the agrarian practices When you curse me with ultra processed food in packaged tins with a long list of ingredients When you invest time in mass producing surgical bullets When your profit strategies don't differentiate: nutrition, weapons, forests, futures When you colonize regions for cinnamon and in exchange overwhelm the populace with salts, sugars and fats I JUST HEAR the music. I can't hear a thing, sorry!

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