Those Tony Loners!

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11/05/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The beads of sweat dance upon my brow as
I labour under the
Baking Sun.
They drip and plop upon
The leathery
And run down below it.
I’m sure there was enough to
Paint a picture.

To paint a picture of me
Trudging along at snails pace
While the world zoomed
This was the harshest day
I’d ever lived and to know its
Another half a day yet to come!!!

Another plopped and
Burst into steam.
The heat killing my
Sweat with vengeance.

As I work harder,
My knuckles going white
And I clutch my tool
And strive it deeper into
Its crevice.

I see my peers leave
Me and walk away to the greener
Not a glance.
Not a nod.
It kills to know
That I too would’ve
Left without a word.

Without a reminiscent
Glaced look as I’d
Race them to secure
The best-est pastures.

Out of hatred
For my fellow men
I screech a plethora of abuses.
I torment their dead
Mothers under my breath
And curse their basterdy.
Another imaginary brother
I kill as I drive my foot down
The floor for the millionth
Time in minutes.

My rustic primitive
Impulse gears higher
As it engaged a nobler
Cog and I push my brethren
Onto the pavement.

He was fair, I know,
Deep within
But the urge to be ahead
Was never satiated, was it?

How often do we swear
Our faces with innocence
And walk naked waist down
In the world of

How often has the wont
Of us humans lost to
Our Lord up high?

Haven’t we arm twisted
Him too?

So what farce, what humour
Will prevent me from
Drubbing my equals
The moment I have my way?

And this one here was no
Equal though he walked
The same like me.

This day shall end and
I shall rise,
Like the mantis whose dead
Mate is its prize!

Siddiqui F.

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