The Show

THE SHOW

A POETIC PLAY

Light!

Sound!

Action!

Now good people, I present to

Your humble eyes—

The Show.

Watch with your brains

Elope it when it reaches your eyes!

I will magnify my being when it’s all over.

Enjoy!

Scene 1.

From stage left

With an opening on stage right

With no stage fright

Ignorantly,

The toads rushed on stage.

Scene 2

Converged beneath the steps of great minds

The crocodile addressed them—

“Welcome my children!

We have watched the bush

Grow to the breath, so no rest!

And as proof, we have the

Glory of the forest now”.

The lizards take their turn.

They appraise morality

From their macbathean brains.

Scene change.

Time seeks audience with days and

Time bargains for day’s weeks

In five times two folds.

Now they hold

On to the contract papers.

Light fades in on time.

Scene 4

The grey lizard walks upright

With morality as his might.

It sits with his tail

Twiggling like a snail.

It speaks—

“Let gladness sit in your heart

For this is the only bush

Where the lizard broods over the fowl’s eggs”.

Scene 5

Light comes up on a toad

Coming down the road

To the crocodile’s court.

It knocked on the door-

K)k)))k).

 he entered as commanded.

What a sight!

A toad gracefully sited in the seat of royalty

Displaying beautiful smiles of stupidity.

Where is our king? The toad asked,

Is anything the problem? it answered questioningly.

Silence…

Scene 6

Toad alone on stage,

It has come of age.

It laments-

What a land we live in?

Our kings are invalid

Yes invalid!

For they mix blood with serfs,

Their decisions are full of prejudice

I must see the seer,

The seer must throw the dice

Exit toad

Scene 7

Under dim light

Great minds converge

On a trivial issue—

“That toad is taking all the wenches”

“Yes” they chorused.

What should we do?

“Let’s massage it,

It will forget its taking a hit,

With his knees will it sit

In the pool of a debacle”.

Scene 8

The old seer sits like a god

In the all-knowing shrine

Communing with the spirit at wine.

Enter the toad as commanded,

Sandals outed,

Opened mouth to utter….

Shhhhh!!!

“You dare not insult the spirits

By revealing what is known to them”

Shhhhhhh! He uttered—

“Screwing and screwing

In the caves in the bush.

The tree and the soil cannot relate,

Foolish intelligence thrives on the stage!

But for the three buds sent forth

Doom tags the stage

Hm hm hm hm

One robber

Hmm mm hmm

The other a merchant

Hmm hmm hmm

Vessel of the spirit,

What can be done?

The toad asked,

Use your power and escape,

Kismet awaits them.

But what of the stage?

It has survived attacks of the age.

Cue the light

To put it in sight

Cue the sound

Let it be loud

Design the costumes

To set out character

Paint the scenery like it is-

A beautiful tragedy

Play your role

For you are all actors.

CURTAINS!

Cast, come take a bow

The audiences are sad now.

Did you enjoy the show?

Silence…

No , No, No

“disgusting!”

Appalling!

Let’s give them a hand,

It’s not easy,

I use poetic vibes

To present this unfair tide

With a prayer—

God be on your side!