A Saw Goes Back and Forth

A saw goes back and forth
It’s working on the wood
Saw dust is falling to the ground
As the winter’s snow
If the wood were replaced
With the nape of a man
It must be someone’s or mine,
Who cares!
But then no saw dust will fall
But blood will trickle
Drop by drop,
Not like snow but
Like a drizzle without any reason
The man may cry in agony,
Perhaps not,
The tears might be of ecstasy,
He may remain calm and silent, helpless
Embracing what has come.
The jaws of the saw, cutting down deep,
Soon the life will be lost
With or without the pain
The soul would, new world gain
The head will fall down,
Eyes protruding out,
Or serenely closed,
Blood will dry up and become cold
In the chilly winter
Slowly the body will decay
The world will move on
Turning its head away
Following the age-old trend.

One innocent soul,
Rare to find today
May question
Are such horrid deeds done?
They are done for sure
Not on one but all
The life’s impartial to all
Envy, a jealousy or hatred
Acts like the jaws of a saw
Cutting down deep
On our heart and neck
Without blood we bleed.
From time to time we read
With shock and surprise
Which also seems vague
Men have butchered one another
In all sorts of ways
Since times immemorial
Once a sword, once a guillotine,
With blood the man bleeds
Man on his brethren has always preyed!