the dust under the carpet

The dust under the carpet

For years it hides without a sound

Enjoying the darkness where it stays

Nobody knows the carpet is soft and bouncy

It's life flowing neat and cool

The heat of the sun rays make no difference

Everyday at the door nobody knows

The dirty stories trapped under the carpet

It feeds on the greedy and corrupted

In the society where money seems the way

The dark dealings and shadows play

The need of power no rules come to play

For decades it is carried out

The black dogs and the running cats

They chase for the rats of gold

Nobody knows in the carpet world

When favours run out of use

The broom comes to sweep the floor

The carpet is lifted up and the dust

It cries of the sun rays hitting it

The bristles broom sweeps it along

The dust and its stories carry away

In the dustbin the jumping marbles

The stories it has to tell

The carpet begins to tell

The story of the past comes alive

The decades of keeping quiet

It finally comes to share

The carpet at the door step

Once nobody cares to know

It is just a doormat waiting

Now it has stories to tell

The carpet of dust and ashes

Sweeping it under the darkness

When the light shines on it

The stories start to sing

“I am the carpet at the door

I have stories to share with you

All the years of my services

Now you want to throw me away

I have a long way

Into this life you make me

The pieces of the tales I will spin

Don't you think I am telling the truth?

I am the carpet at the door

For years I sit and watch the play

I have accumulated enough stories

To tell the tales by pieces....

The shadows hide

The carpet dances on it sown

The corridor of darkness

There is no word to say

I am the carpet at the door

Listen I have stories to share

It is a long yarn into the night

It is about money and forgotten promises

I am the carpet at the door

You know my stories will be true

I see the people come and go

I know I will tell the truth”

The stories unleashed

Chapter by chapter in the internet

The newspapers and televisions

The cronies companies blanked it out

The lies it spins

The stories that clouded the sky

The flood water keep flowing

Every year it never fails to return

There are the tales

Of capital flight to numbers accounts

It involved into trillion

There is no sound from the corridor

There is a story

The last line has to go

A new carpet will come soon

A new chapter and a new page