My Nation, Your Nation (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, The First Supper

My nation, your nation,
my religion, your religion,
my culture, your culture,
will be the end of us apes –

outwardly fancy, inwardly filthy,
sneering, leering, gutter-crawling,
conniving, two-faced, fanatic,
frivolous, pointless bloody apes –

apes who can’t see right from wrong,
without the blinkers of creed –
apes who can’t tell order from disorder,
unless instructed by legal decree –

apes who would sell their own brother,
if monkey kings command, it’s patriotic.