Anonymuncle

A Poem which needs slow careful reading. The poem speaks about the unequality all around and the absurdity of life.Please leave your comments. I am not a great poet and hence the titile…in case you did not like what you read..you can very easlily say that this is from a Anonymuncle.

The sciolist on the run for his share of fame,

Burdened Ragpickers in the street;

Their role in the society never counted,

Abligurition-taking away their share of life, they bleed.

Death now mounted.

Whose life we lead? Anyway,

I mock mine every day,

For the well beings are well fed;

These autodeist Well-fed in their glorious bed,

Poor’s Perennial fight to live against welcoming death.

Today the mall sells meats in grams;

Hardworking labors paid only alms;

The hands that packed those pieces are worthless,

Take mine to those slums,

Their drapetomania and those guns?

Let the weather decide the rain,

Let your deeds surpasses all pain;

Let the moon decides the night,

And your journey, the ride,

Let our children take some pride.