Garb of Globalization

Globe trotting was lucrative  and fun
for those who want to cross the horizon,
rich luxury and recognition a gain,
social approval in the rare return
Air, water and earth under the feet,

Roses of recognition, portfolio, share and gain,
Danced on the lips and tongues again and again.
A winner of global Firms, yea I am great I boast.

That day I returned to my rustic boiling and suffering,
I observed my uncultivated land with no monetary gains,
No World Bank, no Sub Prime Mortgage, only barren,
My mind sprouted with the desire for farming for sowing,
For the money I earned was unfit to eat!  useless here.

Sweat streamed along my body and wetted the land,
Furrows flowed with it and made it fertile.
I became enlightened like Lord Budha.

Globalization is a garb
That burn a blurb, and make confusion.
The outfit will remain
Colonial blood is venom,

The vacuum, the bubble is perfidy
Idiotic laws of fuzzy logic.
Make hollow of real substance
Colossal, but awesome.
Narcotic dollar, euro or yen
Breeds ruin  when built in vacuum.

Let us return to farming, real industry,
No boosting. Let us forget share-marketing
Let us consume only what we produce,
Let us be self-reliant.