P.E.V.

Sitting in denial because of the contradiction

Flipping a coin to decide on the decision

Blood boiling in their brains,

Venomous wrath flowing in their veins

That intoxication spilling onto the nation

Blue boys summoned to carry out the mission

Disguised as the ordinary population

In the name of justice; intimidation and elimination

 

Wolves in sheep skin, Gentle turned aggressive

Scratched their backs and grants they received

That was more than enough incentive

Hired guns held by hired sons

The blood of the innocent shall blot out the sun

 

They put laughter in slaughter,

Turning the state into an abattoir

Please spare my daughter!

I’m sorry but this is part of my repertoire.

 

Untouchable unbeatable insensible insatiable

Creating, instigating, no debating, decapitating

They were denied what they believed was rightfully theirs

They weren’t the new heirs

The throne wasn’t theirs for the taking,

But the violence was theirs for the faking….

 

 

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It Came With The Wind

Kihüruto,  They called it.  “That which comes with the wind.”

It came with the winds from the south, and the locals had since learnt to discern the eerie howls and the characteristic dry winds that accompanied it.  The trees also seemed to acknowledge the arrival, shedding their leaves whenever the winds began, even during the wet season. To the chicken the winds probably reeked of death, the way they panicked when the ghostly gusts that signaled the arrival blew, but I guess we’ll never know. A local tale told of the demon that came with the winds, that could only be seen by chicken. And woe unto the fowl that had the unfortunate luck of sighting the foul fiend. It was not without consequence, and a deadly one at that.

The locals knew it was futile to lock the chicken up. “How do you hide from what you cannot see? How do you hide from the wind?”, they would ask in despair. They had seen enough of this situation to know how it would play out. The wake of destruction left behind. Some were already making preparations to get new chicken from the villages that were lucky enough to escape Kihüruto. The village elder who lived downhill could be heard cussing loudly; he owned the largest flock in the village, and by morning it would be all gone.

The chicken stopped running, a reluctant acceptance of their fate, it seemed. Just like the last time. A cacophony of clucks filled the air, like a desperate prayer to be spared from the demon; all in vain. All this while the fiendish howls of the winds continued, unperturbed,  a fitting background to the show about to take place. Then one by one, their feathers started  falling off. The lucky ones died first, and the smell of dead fowl rent the air. The ones which didn’t die would experience the anguish that came with surviving the “first wave”. They remained still, standing, unable to move, caught in the grip of death as their bodies slowly succumbed. First it was the eyes, losing their sight, a dear price to pay for seeing the demon. Then the beaks fell off, slowly, the chicken with no option but to endure the agony.

Finally the bowels gave way, and the legs broke, dead inside, no longer able to support the weight of the now lifeless birds. And with a last-gasp gust, the winds departed, leaving behind a legacy of death. Kihüruto had passed. An uncomfortable silence ensued. A tension so thick it was suffocating. Most had experienced it before, but they could never get used to it. The locals set out to burn the carcasses, otherwise they would stink for seven days straight, and no meat-eater would touch them. Like they knew it was cursed.

via Daily Prompt: Dash
Dash

Rush and dash,

Huff and puff,

Don’t be late,

or you will regret

so many deadlines,

constantly running out of time,

Selling your soul,

Just to be rich

Chasing after a goal

that is always beyond reach.

So dash to your demise

The inevitable conclusion.

Repeat After Me: I am Free

Repeat After Me: I am Free

So recently started my attachment/internship., and observation of events around the workplace got me thinking about institutionalization and the matrix, which inspired this piece.

 

Red pill or blue pill?

You are at the mid-point, in limbo.

One puts you back to sleep

One wakes you up

you see all the tools employed

All the illusions destroyed

And you realize your insanity

In a world whose sanity

Is banked on vanity

And your everyday life

Is you living a lie

Freedom is not what

You think it is

You are a modern-day slave

Who would rather enjoy being chained

Than break the chains

And face the uncertainty

Of a free life