Sunday, February 28, 2010

A few hundred souls


Who cares for a few hundred ordinary souls…
Let them die in the rain…
Or, drown in the salt of their own tears…
While we worry about pride

Who knows…who lives or dies?
Who cares and who decides??
Oh, let them die in the gutters or blow up in a bomb
What is the matter with a few hundred ordinary souls…

Teeming ants, blocking every highway
Extermination is the solution anyway…
So, don’t bother let them be ignored…
It’s just a few hundred ordinary souls.

The rape of human dignity
And the friendly gun,
And, hate….
And, we all condemn it sipping coffee with cakes

It’s pointless to point out
In a land of billions
We will be insulted and torn apart… Yet, we will watch..
As, it’s not just a few hundred…all our souls are dead anyway.

4 comments:

Apeksha said...

"The rape of human dignity
And the friendly gun,
And, hate….
And, we all condemn it sipping coffee with cakes"
Rocks you within...but hopelessly dark...and yet...that's the reality of today...a satire on the dehumanized race...i like the strong vibrations it generates...infact its like...with a good voice it can be a great voice over for a doc..good work...keep writing

Ritayan said...

comment posted on behalf of richa

hey hey hey..this is onr of ur poems that has compelled me to write a comment..the poem shows ur intense feelings..and the aggression u hv put in it..

its so true..the last few lines says it all.we are like dead bodies walking around all over...and thats y we dnt mind a real soul to die next door ..and that is shameful.hope this submission of urs here lighten up few souls.

semanti said...

"Teeming ants, blocking every highway"..............this is one statement which has been mentioned one way or the other........but this verse gave it a new look.......excellent.....

Aaratrika said...

very powerful last line...