#scavenger
manager demanded: write
for all of 'em
conscience claimed: write
yesterday time
stopped passing by
yesterday i
floated above the
hudson river
grand mansions
polished shores
self-storages
swamps
vultures
scavengers
the pillage started when
scavengers pillaged
prey
don't get me wrong you
get me?
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Dark dirt and darker skys
The only light of the pale moon to guide me
This tranquility, forever in this
Realm of dying, deceased, and nevermore to be
I, am the scavenger
With my *** I search
Through decaying birch,
Oak, trees, leaves, plants of all
My goal is the vessels
Of the deceased animals
I collect the ends of their stories
The periods at the end of their sentences
Bones, brittle and left behind
Accompanied by flesh
Decaying, rotting, demolished by
The cycle of mortality
The end of one story
Safely kept in my bag
Forever remembered
I hope they thank me
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
We, the voice of the most oppressed,
Work in the profession remaining the most humble,
Throughout histories, as slaves our lives still remain tumble,
With our strangled necks, we are deliberately suppressed
For the centuries, our voices remain unheard,
Like a weeping fish at the sea,
We are treated zombies at the rush of a blood,
Collecting by hand, the human society’s poops & pea
Things for us got intensely worse,
We work as a group with an isolated curse,
For our livelihood, go into manholes as bare-bodies
Mostly get out as dead-bodies
From pathology to oncology,
We are treated untouchables, even by the modern technology
We are the oxygen-offering trees that remain green
Hurting ourselves, collecting excreta making this world neat &clean
With our hand-cuffs we shout and fight,
Rulers remain drunken-deafs to our plight,
Hell with your knowledge, to those who go to college
And keep pushing us to the drainage,
We remain living dead and frustrated, to get our right
When asked about work, we remain dumb and blind,
Fearing the responses to our ***** revelations,
Because humans are unemphathetic and unkind
To get our life some elevations.
Our mind said us “Please think! Please Think!”
When we revolt not to work, societies stink,
We warn, Witness your locality *****
To our sufferings, if you keep blank & empty.
We are a collective voice,
Representing inhuman humanity,
That keeps the society on a poise,
So raise your voice, with a clarity of choice
To get us work with the utmost dignity!
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
We dance in the ashes like
Literary scavengers.
In the ruins and after rages
We draw the shreds of words and pages
Around our naked bodies like Blankets,
A quilt of the quintessential struggle
Which all people suffer
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
.
*Throw him scraps from the table.
Feed him tiny morsels off the lean.
Offer him last dregs from the barrel.*
He’ll take anything you’d part with...
For his eyes are blindfolded,
and his mouth sewn shut.
He sees yet he doesn’t know.
He fights but he does not say.
He can only piece together so much
from mere dribs and drabs.
*So toss this crow some loose change...
Clothe this jackal in complete rags,
And hand this vulture his just desserts.*
He’ll swallow whatever you’re willing give him...
Because he can no longer bear
being left in the dark.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
Throw rocks at my window,
Hold the boom box up high.
Send me on scavenger hunts,
Make me search far and wide.
Let me be your favorite song,
A tune you can never get out of your head.
Recall your fondest memories,
Those of when we first met.
Take me out to ball games,
Introduce me to all your friends.
I want to be your now and forever,
I want the cheesy moments to last a lifetime.
Take me in now and never look back,
We can have a life we create out of whack.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC