I hated the grind

The place was dark….damp and loveless, I could feel.

But I could do nothing, my hands were bound, and I couldn’t steal

the steel junk, those high walls, blinded streets, fixed eyes.

I struggled, for each breath…..the warmth was missing, people were cunning, conniving masses.

I was merely a means for them, to earn more. Those puny minds, small hearts tried selling me.

They tried gnawing me, wounding me seemed easy for them.

But then Evil is always stupid and I had to see right through their stupidity

A duel with their irrationalism made me firm.

But alas! They took me to be weak. They bullied criminally,

wanted to scare me, forced me from all ends. I simply could not get more of them.

“What idiots?” I thought. They killed when not happy, they did not believe in free speech.

They did not believe I was equal when it came to harming others.

If I pinched they threw stones. Cowards fought girls and were called men.

I slipped away. I created a conditioned reflex for them.

They are still a slave if it sadly as I rest in peace, standing in a corner I see them dance.

Sadly they want more of the conditioned pattern but then they have to know the difference between their lie and my truth.

They are dead, vanquished long back even when I was amidst them.

Each day they wait to offer their paltry ways.

Each day they hope I would return perhaps

They think still they had seen love in my eyes.

Sadly it was a reflection of their hatred.

There can be no force that fierce to take me back to prison, where they made

Every attempt to turn me a criminal so that they could call me their own.

Sadly there is no road backwards, sadly there are no paths downwards left for me to tread.

Sadly or happily, yet happily and gaily I walk forward.

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