A Manual Scavenger Poem by Chris Prabu

This land has thousand gods
But very few humans with heart.
The so called educated, cultured
Pious, piety minds are filled with shit.
Your thoughts and deeds are
Nothing than a foul, filthy shit.
The shit you are dropping is not so stink
As your dirty, cruddy inhumane minds.
You may adore with perfumes and flowers
But, what you filled with is stenching shit.


Oh! my dear brothers and sisters
Have you ever imagine to touch
The dreadful feces of others?
Why do you infuriate on me
Of just asking you to imagine! ! !
Humiliated? disgraced? ashamed?
You people are insensate and brutal
Whose tongues are chanting the innumerous gods
And force your own human race
Into the hellhole to clean your grubby shit.


I heard, the nation has sent hundreds of satellites
To explore the far away planets.
People are praising and celebrating
The innovations and inventions.
How can you called this an achievement
When thousands of lives lost in asphyxiation in the manhole.
How shameful! How hypocritical!
You are shameless and senseless
Your inventions and technologies
Are nothing than the shit.


I feel extremely disgust
Not, when I sink in the manhole or
Using my bare hands to clean your excretia
But at the time you talk about
The richness of your heritage and culture.
Please! Please! stop that nonsense.
They are horrible and monstrous
Oh! dear cultured and civilized nation! ! !
I dont beg to free myself from the hell
But, stop this cruelty within me.