Poems from a Great Big Armchair with a Lamp Over My Shoulder

Lonely,Lost in solitude
Brushed aside as the world strolled,passed by

Weaving and stumbling he made his way
Among millions of faceless faces
Just another day in the life of the damned

I took him aside in a most compassionate way

a story he had, a deadline did i
a deadline across my face,ear to ear
as i smiled in emptiness,his tale i heard

Of love and broken dreams,
of hopes and aspirations

of family and parents and siblings too
of a girl he loved,deep and true

of slogans and leaders and hate filled speeches
how they turned brother on brother,the words of preachers

He spoke of fire and blood and waving flags
of tilaks washed by blood and topis strewn the ground
saffron and green stained red in equal measure

He slashed and cut and slashed again
Man,woman,Child it mattered not today

As he made his way home,young and filled with fervor
his actions had a price,paid in full

The splattered blood was cold and stuck to the touch
man woman and child,they bleed just as much

as the mob drew close he no longer saw  color or creed
just a million faceless faces,with lust to feed.

he walked away that day,and walked ever since
hes been walking away from it all, a stain on his soul no god can rinse

He ambled away as his tale came to an end
as i sat,confused,just another day in the life of the damned

Blood demands blood demands blood demands blood
the world has only so much to give,we can ask or we can forgive