Crippled mind in over fed bodies
Judging the life in the ill fed bodies
They don’t move, Dead is his verdict
With eyes on the face that can no more see
He stares at those faces with dried out tears
Don’t be sad He says, it is all part of life
Muted for life by the locks of indifference
In his cozy closed home he sits and waits
Let the outside world burn itself to ashes
Rocking chair, Whiskey in the protective grip
The music plays to slowly silence the cries
Music is meditation, focus on it; He Relaxes
The world is finished; The cries die off
Bodies rot; soul is lost; He survives alone
For one life he got he fathered a million deaths
Categories: Free Verse, Poetry
Acknowledged 
Vinod Narayan 
Muted for life by the locks of indifference
In his cozy closed home he sits and waits
Let the outside world burn itself to ashes
Sounds like your average republican.