Butcher Shop Poem by Aditya Raj Verma

Hanging knife, slaugther stones,
Choping blade, broken bones,
The death store,
Near our homes,

Fluttering feathers, beating whips,
Naked bones, crimson hips,
Baked and cooked,
Just for your lips,

Redden floor, stinking wands,
Pitiless eyes, ruthless hands,
Slicing and slashing,
For only some cents,

Tearful eyes, fearful heart,
Ceasing breath, bloody bath,
In one flick,
Right on the heaven path,

Pricey death, cheapen life,
A simple story of the rife,
And one day,
All we bow at butcher's knife.