The Bard just sang in the 21C
That someone had told him
In the last century that the Age
Of the Antichrist had begun
I don’t know about that as
I was too young and ignorant
Then, perhaps not even born
Nonetheless, I dig what he says
For from where I stand today
It seems almost too clear to me
That the Apocalypse is already
On, is on and is rolling out on
Though the Sun still rises and sets
It seems the accounts are being
Settled by whoever God has
Appointed, or whoever has
Become God or many Gods
At this point, I am tempted to
Say the same old so far so good
But there has been a catastrophic
Glitch in the divine machinary
In now settling the accounts, for
It is clear as glass that the God’s
Recordkeepers have jumbled up
All the accounts so that there are
Cases galore of one Ramprasad
Having committed the crime but
It being Shyamprasad who was
Held to account and sent to hell
Literally, that is, not as metaphor
Tons of records of actual crimes
Have gone missing and have
Evaporated, never to be found
At the same time there are too
Tons of records of many crimes
Uncommitted and misattributed
Misrepresented, miscommunicated
Ramprasads have become the Heroes
Of heavenly abodes that have come
And still to come in the Apocalypse
That is already ongoing here now
On, is on and is rolling out on
Thus even the Apocalypse has
Gone horribly wrong, all just
Because of a technical glitch
Or the carelessness of the God’s
Recordkeepers, or some mischief
By some heavenly Ramprasad
The purpose of which may be
Divine secret as they tend to be
Or may be it’s just an indexing
Error, a kind of human error
Err, I mean a divine error here
Still one can’t completely rule
Out the possibility of the Bard’s
Song’s truth being the real truth
Channelling Bresson, it can be
Said that who is leading us by
The nose? To which the answer
Being simply as the man on the bus said
Le Diable Probablement, quoi d’autre?