Apathy My Name

Manufactured smiles
Ice clinking
Burden of
Style on shoulders bared
Prattling
Mankind's rescue and hereafter

Outside sits
A plain face
On pavement stained with misery
Seeking
Mere tea and bread
No way to reach that goal

Righteousness yielded
To mundane
The naked face screamed without
Ice clinked nonchalant
Zarathushtra spake
In vain

Sated in unconcern
Perched
On the wall between
Sat us
The timid mass
Stoned by oblivion

Wake up to
The Assembly line
Rush back to copulate
Nine to five
The mantra
Apathy my name

by Devi Prasad

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