A pale, brown woman with unkempt tresses

walks along the pavement. The asphalt and concrete cracked with age:

A barren thoroughfare of desires - A road to hell in-the-making

Her black eyes look around

the remnants of a half-eaten apple look tempting.

She hides it secretly inside her cleavage -

A feeble attempt at a brutal revenge

those once altruistic soldiers become mannequins.  

My poor Pakistani mother in a slum

too has feelings, too has rage.

They say have patience, you will get the aid you deserve.

Don't they know the toast has burnt and the jam is now wet?