Frugal Lunch
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Pale faces with stifled hunger
- deftly drawn pictures
in austere words, brood
over their empty plates and empty bowls
that appall their shacks.
Trapped in a rancorous quagmire, ‘deep’
screech like a quiescent quadruped.
Mere silhouette of children, turgid tummy bearing,visible
scurvy, rickets, malnutrition-
purloin their innocent faces
and make them corpses nude.
Dry breasts of mothers utterly prostrated
the emotion no one can comprehend.
From the sky-scrapers came down, no head
to offer them a ‘frugal lunch’
but something serious they discussed
- the next Miss Universe contest!
Like a child who count his toys
the surveyors counted the dead bodies
fiendish politicians who masqueraded as ‘saviours’
made promises bizarre-
electricity, health drinks and even
a seat in the next elections!
to which melted, their doll like passiveness
and said: ” We want nothing
but a frugal lunch to save
our dear children from the hands
of the great tyrant, death”
To which the ‘saviours’ suddenly became dumb and deaf.
While the hungry fire like prancing horses,
falling and rising and swaying
danced wildly in the air, unbridled;
surged forward, gorged on the emaciated corpses
satisfying its hunger with the ‘frugal lunch.’
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