This poem is a reflection of a certain kind of soul.

My brain…so filled with thoughts sizzling…burning

Swarms of ants scampering-panic stricken

Stinging and pricking; ‘to stop’…the yearning

...My heart and mind plagued and burden-bitten.


Why can’t it stop…this ringing of voices?

Billions of voices raging in cages

Just one soul I am…trying with choices

Beleaguered…pumped… with sins this world wages.


Where are the others in this path; lonesome…

Looking back…only desert’s melody

Dazed and desperate for solace…I run

Not knowing which one shall win…hell or me.


Where are my friends…have they evaporated?

As the sounds of buzzing, droning locusts

Smell my blood to siphon…eviscerate

My soul…oh my soul…pains so much!


Fire flees…seeing my great affliction

Condition of fate… blue oceans spewed me

Where can I run my soul…which direction?

The air and earth marry… and divorce thee.


Oh the suffering of those chosen souls

Becoming bearers of the mark of dark

Bearing weaknesses…curses full and whole

…Plight of few souls… carrying sins of world’s heart.


To become moving mockery so seen

Pestilences that rich men do condemn

Speaking against oppression and stealing

Lions'hatch plans to kill lambs...murder them.


To give love…doves give their lives; destiny

Harmless ones, giving is their tragedy

For the sake of many these die to free

Martyrs, killed with smiles…for the sake of peace.


Submitted: December 06, 2008

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