Claims,Vocal or Void?

Claims are like pests. 
Unauthorized claims 
Could unfold twists.
No claims made,
Until one deserves it,
Is discretion.
No claims made,
Even if one deserves it,
Marks distinction.

No claims made,
For what one is entitled to,
Is tomfoolery.
No claims made,
For what one is bound to,
Becomes dereliction.
Maternity wards and morgues are at times
Left with unclaimed kids and corpses.
Society celebrates"No aims;No claims"

Watching the moon from here,is poetry.
Reaching the moon raises claims of 
Steadfast scientific passion,
Or the power of political invasion.
Claims mostly surpass one's rights.
This is a soil where each one claims
Everything as a matter of right,
Including the lives of others. 
Arms and acid in the stalker's cloaks,
Manholes and banners in the streets,
Medical negligence in healing hands,
Throw death traps,claiming lives in a spree.

Crimes intrude inquests and investigations,
As clandestine claims,to go unauthentic,
Stealing at times,even the stamp of justice.
While governments claim their supremacy,
Defections like darting dragonflies, 
Claim the spell of elected governments,in a flick.
All claims of the commoner go unheeded,
Like the voice of democracy,choked in a cobweb.
Passive voices are hardly ever heard;
But active voices are made to be heard.
Claims are apple gardens,meant for the selfish giant,
Who clamps down on the meek,with muscles defiant.

                              P. Chandrasekaran.