WE PROUDLY BREW

Oh you bright serpent of human faces
Slithering in the corridors of Connaught Place 
(and other Places)
Waiting for the Manna,
Brewed, processed in swanky kitchens!
As the drops of the dearly gained ambrosia wet your tongue,
You begin to talk:
Of hunger, of silence, of the poor, of violence, of rape and red-tape, of disability, of corporate social responsibility, of riots and various diets, of this and that and of that and this.
You hiss.

You shed your skin and leave it crumpled inside the napkin that comes with a mug of Starbucks. 
WE PROUDLY BREW
WE PROUDLY SPEW