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Vultures' Time

Vultures hover in the dark sky, hissing in strange tunes,
Waiting for next batch of corpses, dumped in sand dunes,
Of the unfortunate migrant folk, uncounted in database,
Like countless shells and bullets, scattered in firebase!

The Evil Tower grins at laborers, the expatriate,
Quarantined on rooftops, waiting to repatriate,
Deserted by both home and host governments,
Stranded like refugees who writhe in ailments!

Where truth lies in multiplications and justice,
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Thursday, April 16, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: contemporary,exploitation,political,realistic
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The plight of the expatriate workers stranded in corona affected countries
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
john P T Librarian 28 May 2020

wonderful narration....with present context.....best wishes Binu...

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Indudharan 16 April 2020

Meaningful lines..

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Rajeev 16 April 2020

Beautiful lines

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