With anger, scorn and lost in greed,
With their mouths full of spittle,
By planting down the “ monkey” seed,
They tried to take on MIITAL.

Slow at first, but sure indeed,
Like a fire, little by little,
On Arcelor did Laksmi feed,
Oh!, they paid for their o-MIITAL

Steel blade in hand, he fed their need,
And at all their arguments did whittle,
Till all their thoughts on caste and creed,
Were rendered Nonco-MITTAL.

Then, mouths open wide, did they then cede,
As he changed the sum with just a tittle.
Magnificently, he’d done the deed,
Heads bowed, they took his re-MITTAL.

Copyright ©2007 Sundaram Srinivasan

Poet’s comments:

This poem was written for a bit of fun and talks about Laksmi Mittal and his hostile takeover of Arcelor by Mittal. The “ monkey” refers to an Arcelor comment that they did not want “ monkey” money. It started off as a casual bit of fun with a good friend, Keshav Narayan who sent me the article with the “ monkey” comment and the poem finally came to fruition in 2007.