A Despised Slave's Tale

Amongst many flourishing businesses in the world, the creation and keeping alive the legacy of fear is one.. While bouncers are employed by various banks, clubhouses etc. to realize payments against services and loans to customers.. the musclemen and goons are raised by businessmen and politicians to prove their dominion.. the terrorist outfits train and employ people for mass killings, destruction of public property ..Millions of dollars are spent on buying modern arms and ammunition to sever ties between mankind.. while countries engage in power shows to display their supremacy in the world..

THE POEM

1

You immerse me in a sea of red wine like blood.. Only then will my flesh melt into your mouth I bark at people when you tell me to.. Lick their boots when you need their favours.. How could I not ? You picked me up when life had put me down.. Thrown into a dustbin just like stale, rotten meat.. Nine pounds of pink, mushy flesh..born out of illicit passion Nine months ago.. You brought me up like you'd bring up your own child.. Except that instead of history, science and literature My schooling started in learning the art of.. Making hand-grenades..knife throwing..firing pistol As a child grows up amidst toys..books and dreams My world was made up of seeing bodies being felled.. Of blood smeared on walls.. growing in puddles under the heads through which the bullets went.. The targets' eyes .. devoid of any expression.. Sleeping peacefully on the road now With their coats, pants and ties on.. Amusingly.. As crows pricked their beaks on their brains busily You didn't know..How many days I retched .. Couldn't pass a morsel down my throat I knew I had to be strong..to pass my training

2

Pistols..Revolvers..Rifles..Machine guns.. My toys were more expensive than your son's.. Your orders became my books.. Dreams I didn't have..as I could not sleep.. Never have I slept since then.. When your enemies felt my cold steel on their hot temples You relished the fear of death in their eyes through me .. I'm your invisible hands and feet that can extend more than the law.. Never considered my actions to be wrong or right.. I'm not taught to use my head to think.. Sometimes I wonder do I have one at all ? You raised me..You praised me.. in seclusion.. Like the illegitimate child..whom you could never accept as your own in public.. When I pierce the dagger into their chests.. And watch their bodies trembling..their mouths spurting out blood.. Life getting drained out of them..Slowly.. Painfully.. 'Another of your enemy eliminated..' I proudly proclaim.. How I long for your embrace..That reassuring pat on my back I fail to see the pain..sorrow..rage..hatred..in their eyes The silent curses with which they pierce me I have no emotions..no beliefs..no friends How could I ? Am I a human ?

3

She had been terrified the first time I kissed her.. How could I know my lips..my tongue..my throat tasted of blood ? She told me even my breaths smelled of gunpowder More surprise was in store for me.. When I stripped her naked..fondled her bell shaped breasts.. Felt her hard little nipples..like ripe berries Anticipating her body to tremble from arousal.. Instead she shook like a leaf..Or was it my imagination ? Nevertheless.. I jump upon her..I flaunt my mane.. Sink my teeth into the mushy flesh.. She shrieks..A newborn of nine months cries inside me Like my victims.. her flesh appears dead But I can't leave her.. I lick and smack..savour my life to the full The only thing I learnt from you.. The lives which we walk on tightropes Threatened by death every day..minute.. second I know I can't get entangled in relationships.. My profession doesn't encourage me to love..to have a family

4

Kidnapping..Extortion-ism..Murder.. All the year..round the clock.. When the great festival of lies dawns..every five years.. You colour my skin with all the lies of Violet..Indigo..Blue Giving me only red colour to paint with.. The rainbow of 136 crores hopes would never rise.. The unsuspecting cattle gather on the D day.. As I become the sole custodian of democracy.. Armed with only a single blue button ... It makes me proud when you wear that blood tilak on your forehead.. From being the godfather of 1360 You are the owner of 136 crores now

5

I know everything will not be the same.. Always There would be new kids in the block.. Better performers than me.. Unlike in other jobs performed by gentlemen.. We don't have Provident Funds.. Gratuities or Insurances I'd demand emoluments for my services so long.. Security for my last days.. You'd only nod your head.. Like lame horses being useless for betting.. Or dogs which fail to hunt anymore.. Are either disowned or left to die.. As they're no good to their masters now.. I know I'd die either in the hands of your rival gangs.. Or from a bullet of the cops.. Like I was left at after my birth.. My body may be found inside a dustbin again Or on the train line..Maybe below the culvert.. Just any place where six feet by two feet space would be .. Available for wastage in this huge city.. The crows would get noisy once more As there wouldn't be any claim for my body.. The police would make haste in my annihilation.. The whores had embraced my back..hand..fingers for long I'd feel the kiss of virgin scalpel now..Only once..the last time Like the kiss of my beloved.. The educated doctor would tear away my flesh.. Still mushy after all these years.. And free my humanity from having been bonded so long..

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