Four of Diamonds

Four men with diamonds,
And Gold and Scotch Whiskey
Took leave of their senses
when the games Got too risky.

Each thought of petrol,
With his thirst for crude oil,
With guns from Zimbabwe,
And deep holes in the soil.

Look! Jesus and Mohammed!
At the days of last judgments!
For time marches louder,
And the poor climb iron fences.

Look! George and Benazir!
Your legacies have dried,
You betrayed those who loved you,
And the dead rose and cried.

2006 (Poem for the "Ganjifa" portfolio)