Friday, November 28, 2008

The Development Sector

Excuse me, friends, I must catch my jet
I`m off to join the Development Set;
My bags are packed, and I`ve had all my shots
I have traveller`s checks and pills for the trots!

The Development Set is bright and noble
Our thoughts are deep and our vision global; A
lthough we move with the better classes
Our thoughts are always with the masses.

In Sheraton Hotels in scattered nations
We damn multi-national corporations;
injustice seems easy to protest
In such seething hotbeds of social rest.

We discuss malnutrition over steaks
And plan hunger talks during coffee breaks.
Whether Asian floods or African drought,
We face each issue with open mouth.

We bring in consultants whose circumlocution
Raises difficulties for every solution --T
hus guaranteeing continued good eating
By showing the need for another meeting.

The language of the Development Set
Stretches the English alphabet;
We use swell words like epigenetic
Micro, macro, and logarithmetic

It pleasures us to be esoteric --
It`s so intellectually atmospheric!
And although establishments may be unmoved,
Our vocabularies are much improved.

When the talk gets deep and you`re feeling numb,
You can keep your shame to a minimum:
To show that you, too, are intelligent
Smugly ask, Is it really development?

Or say, That`s fine in practice, but don`t you see:
It doesn`t work out in theory!
A few may find this incomprehensible,
But most will admire you as deep and sensible.

Development set homes are extremely chic,
Full of carvings, curios, and draped with batik.
Eye-level photographs subtly assure
That your host is at home with the great and the poor.

Enough of these verses - on with the mission!
Our task is as broad as the human condition!
Just pray god the biblical promise is true:
The poor ye shall always have with you
Ross Coggins

Friday, November 21, 2008

Whose slave..

Look here, don't leave me!
If you leave me, I'll insult You saying,
"O Madman who wears the fierce elephant's skin!
O Madman who wears the tiger's skin!
O Madman who ate the poison!
O Madman surrounded by the fire of the town's crematorium!
O Madman who has me as His slave!"

Manickkavasakar, a Tamil poet.

Being..

If it rains fire you have to be as water;
if it is a deluge of water you have to be as the wind;
if it is the Great Flood you have to be as the sky;
and if it the Very Last Flood of all the worlds
you have to give up self and become the Lord.

ALLAMA PRABHU,
South Indian poet, tenth century.

Poor me..

The rich will make temples for Shiva.
What shall I, a poor man, do?
My legs are pillars,
The body, the shrine,
The head, a cupola of gold.
Listen, O Lord of the Meeting Rivers,
Things standing shall fall
But the moving ever shall stay.

BASAVANNA, Founder of the Lingayat Sect.