The Lynch Box

Lynch pack is a large lunch box, 
With a meal of crushed hopes of mankind.
Even epics in a way,are lynch boxes
That carry the lost values of life,to be
Served as food for thought and action
On the purged leaves of violence.
Honour killing is a lynch carrier
Feeding love,with dishes of bones and flesh
Made by brutally orchestrated caste hate. 
Every lynch episode is a beastly document
Of reverting civilization to the Stone Age.
Any load of lynching is duly freighted 
By the pinch of power,either direct
Or hired,on a licence from authority.
Erring authority is the concubine of conscience,
Goading the termination of one's livelihood,
As well as life,by professing religious bigotry. 
Justice gets jammed in the melee of maniacs,
Of the kangaroo court,masked by mindless meat.
The lumpen strokes of morbid,mob lynching,
Are the frills of the evil interiors of caste and religion,
Groomed by the murky minds of the political bodies.
P. Chandrasekaran.