The butcher knows not the source of his goat.
Though the goat knows the butcher's knife.
Victims have no face of their own,any time.
But they know whose victims,they have been.
Paperweights putting pressures on vital files
Buy time,to buy money,without a face or name.
They hold the flow of power between two ends
Not claiming a pittance from the gains made.
Each one has a face and each face has a name.
But faces lose names and names,their faces.
There is a fire in many,with pulse and beat
Wanting a will to fight abuses,with high heat.
Fear bleaches the faces of those made victims,
To turn them into ghosts, in a life full of whims.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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