In front of the butcher’s shop
lured by the smell of fresh meat
looking at bloody carcass hanging
Desire blinded in Hunger
He stands waiting

Mid Night in front of the filthy tavern
As drunken heads with shrunken eyes –
Struggle inside with their tandoori and kabob
Faithful in Anticipation
He awaits the leftover

In front of the illegal brothels
Where innocent powerless bodies are sold
As the weakest and worthless prove their might
Forced into Ferocity
He guards the doors

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