Occupy the Wall Street

They came and occupied the Wall Street,
By sitting/camping in Zuccotti Park, New York, September 17 onwards,
After the amazing Arab Spring and Anna Hazare corruption crusade,
And there was a spring of hope for the underdogs everywhere
The protestors fanned out across the capitals of the world,
October 9 and onwards,
An idea had caught on and become a rallying-point
Against the political/corporate greed and grim inequities
In the hallowed First World---
That came as a surprise for us in the so-called
Impoverished corrupt brutal Third-world,
The protestors now united as one wanted to alter the bitter political realities
Of a divided polarized world that perpetually tries to cast everyone in
Mac-eating citizen shopping in the Mall of America
And watching the Rambo III in the multiplex over corns
And ice cream, in blue denim jeans and T-shirts,
---The poor clones of the big Yankees everywhere, faking accents Midwest and manners, we---the pauperized pretenders from the anarchic Third World, trying illegally to enter USA or UK or Australia for a spot of western sun there, despite racial abuses and attacks---
The Occupy screamers come closer as we see buddies
Downsized and young engineers working for peanuts in sweatshops across
India/ Bangladesh/Africa,
And find bearded thin scavengers human,
searching for morsels in dustbins,
Farmers committing suicides,
Riots erupting against big developers or SEZs,
Poor caricatures of Homo sapiens,
Trying to live in a dignified way
Amid twisting Dharavi by- lanes in Mumbai
Or, in dying city of Kolkata,
We are the---
Desperate Folks whose voices are drowned out regularly
In the Wall Street Symphony of every country,
But, as the Oracle has predicted long ago:
You cannot stop tsunamis of angry people
From sweeping away the old world order
That elevates only one percent and denies the rest 99 percent
Their human powers.