Hellhole

Hellhole is their habitat, they are humans,
Yet they yearn only for meal, give them once,
Their path is along the drains, they traverse it,
As a wanderer walks along rivers, we curse it.

Ubiquitous detritus is the ensign of abhorrence,
Enshrine they eagles and vultures in pretence,
Reeking excreta adorn the ambience here,
Stagnant water is the place to bathe and share.

The arrival of monsoon is the greatest time,
For the mosquitoes and flies to snore their rhyme,
Epidemics are spewed with each raindrop,
Which nestle close to and nourish the weedy crop.

Let me bring you closer to death, or abduct you beyond,
You will strive, struggle through this dark bond,
But will never find this place even in dreams of dreams,
Oh! How vaguely I beam that nobody gleams.

No, let me not carry you to mine shallow depths,
You have nothing to discover but dying breaths,
But lend me a hand to emerge me from myself,
As I keep drowning into this swampy shelf.

We all know the ways to drag them out,
But whence shall you leave to flout,
Do it once thence you will get your fruit,
Elsewhere you accost, now where is your brute? 

And there comes a man who gives them a pedal,
To hit and escape from the strangling girdle,
He makes their work his, it he worships,
He scrapes through death in these stifling strips.

Work of life now becomes the work of a day,
He heaps his health and wealth in this array,
As a servant, a dutiful servant of brothers,
A God in everyone he consequently discovers.

Soon follows him the country in an indestructible hope,
That there will be the rise of the downtrodden through rope,
Of sympathy, empathy, help and forbearance,
What shall not be shaken through unity hence?

If everyone out of you is made up of gold,
What this massive hurdle could do, behold,
Come up, be bold, see through the eyes of your kin,
"The negligence of masses is the greatest national sin."