A procession
of human flesh
head hung
saddled sight
From morning till night
round the clock
a procession
of human flesh
Wearing masks
one after another
hiding the truth
no traces of soul
be it black be it white
wearing masks
one after another
tears rolling
as i type these
thinking aloud
the thoughts of sanity
watching the procession
of the human flesh
watching the humans
addicted to the masks
i am screaming here
to the ears buried
well buried under the masks
Beware
dont listen to my screams
keep walking
in the procession
put your head down
dont feel your backbone
walk in a queue
if you fail to do so
there is a shoot at sight
else catch and kill
to anybody who fails
either to walk in the procession
or to change the masks to show the truth
Makes sense
Truth hurts
lets hurt it
before it hurts us
Let me die
sitting uncomfortably
eyesight askance
saliva drooping
well anything disgusting
anything gory
other than walking
walking in the procession
eyes saddled
Let me die
sitting uncomfortably
enna solla… silla neram unmai sudum ….. athu pola thaan intha kavidhai”um……
unga expression eppovam romba deep”pa irukku ….
“well anything disgusting
anything gory
other than walking” should I praise this mordant verse or just recoil with recognition .. I”m not sure .. but you are a deeply compassionate writer and in these drab, feeling moments ..I take a plunge with you.
“truth hurts. lets hurt it, before it hurts us”..superb reflection!