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Butcher
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bishupoetry The mutton-seller butcher I saw with wonder
Mindlessly commits a dozen murders every morn
What is in his mind when he slashes their throats?
Those innocent lives killed to feed his customers
The butcher earns his money -- we call him honest
Can we call him a kind man ? Blood soaked his vest !
Skins the butchered lambs which can't complain
Don't the lambs pray to heaven when they cry out in pain ?
Bleeding carcasses hung from lifeless iron hooks
Does the butcher read any kind of holy books ?
Whose creation is the butcher ? the heartless man !
We made him a butcher , we sculpted the Terrorist
In our mindless societies does God exist ?
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
Author's Notes/Comments:
Dedicated to dove........... sorry I couldn't use your labour !! Thanx for trying your best to help with picture.
Oh, bishu---very thought
Oh, bishu---very thought provoking write! Love it. The imagery really brings out the stark reality of the subject matter.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you nightlight1220
Thank you nightlight1220 for reading and liking ... sorry I failed Dove in getting the picture.. It's too difficult for me !!
©bishu