Revolution is no Laughter!

Revolution is no Laughter!
Revolution is no merry making.
Follow the grammar please.

Beware!
Brooms will be around...
Brooms like processions; not protests!

Brooms love only puritans!
No heretics please…
Don't laugh, dance or even smile!
Life is too serious a business.


Stand up with reverence for the "second coming".
Don't speak, don't smoke, don't hug, and don't laugh.
Such heresies are injurious to health.
There are no protest and poetry on barren lands

Every protest may need a license to play.
Every protest may be taxed or axed.
Every protest may be followed by brooms
Be as serious as in a funeral home!


Thus heresy begins...
Poetry is protest…
Protest is anger turned laughter,
Hate transformed in to a joyful hug...
Love bloomed in to resistance...
Resistance in eternal search for revolution within...
Revolution is another name for Love...
In a romantic nostalgia for Che Guevara...
On a trip through the Motor Cycle Diaries.

Such heresies are not permitted.
Trespassers will be prosecuted!
The Church knows how to deal with heretics
Inquisitions, lurking in the memory lanes
The clergy has prepared
For the “second coming”!
With liturgy of revolution
With hymns, chants and fragrance
Elevating rituals and memories of saints.
Che could be in the altar
Nowhere else!
In the Altar, revolution is hope
Eternally postponed.
To be remembered periodically
Like the Crucifixion and resurrection!

Heretics make laughter out of revolutions.
Hugs out of”struggles"
Smoke out the devils within...
Such heresy will be broomed out...
Cleansed off with firmness...
In Gods own Country!

Beware!
God’s own country
Needs more brooms
Less protest or Poetry
God’s own country is waiting
For a river cleansing!

( John Samuel.03.04.08.Dubai Airport)