Vultures

The picnic is over
What's left they've already packed,
Cleared and covered
Now's the time for vultures...
Vultures of a different kind.
They'll swoop from up down under
They'll try the pieces to recover
To reconstruct
The meal that was served earlier
If only they could find just a bite...
Just the one bite, that's all they look for
Vultures of a different kind.

Do you feel Alienated?

We were asked politely
Or otherwise all the time,
"Do you feel you are being alienated?"
If we feel we were, even if
For the slightest bit that you've thought of,
Weren't you supposed to be knowing it already?

We've lived all along together till now
Knowingly and aware of a fact,
That if it is such a hard thing to be accepted and not be "the other",
Why create more hassle than what already had been?
We'd mind our own business and do things our way,
We are open to do business, you'd just have to say.

In order not to offend or make much of a noise
We decided to carry on living as per our choice
We have even shared our soul food
With those who readily accepted us
In the very odd of places,
You would not dare imagine.

For those who accepted us freely and willingly
They'd never, for sure,
Feel the urge to ask such questions
For they know for a fact
That it's not without a reason
Why "They" can't be "We" if only, one is open.

And now you come forward
To ask: If we feel alienated ...
Why not, in the first place?
"Introspect"! Look into yourself and ask
Have we tried to come out and accept them anyway?
The answer lies there!.