The Happy Plunderers Poem by Shakeel Ahmedi

Unpoem of sadism
March 4,2013

Of herd instincts i've heard,
Never so worst,
Never so third.
One man in the halo,
Of shining lies,
And swarms of gnats,
Wasps and flies.
Again and again they uprooted his nests,
Never let him hatch,
Never let him rest,
Destroyed his provisions,
Blocked his liviihood,
Flattened his dreams and hopes,
Plucked all his feathers of honour,
And plume of respect,
One day truly stripped him naked,
They broke his legs,
And then his hand,
The devils and imps, the world knows,
If he names them,
They will end all his woes,
In the glimmer of his happiness,
Now he is heard,
And he squeaks,
Under a hunter
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