The first part is a communal reaction.
The second part is my reaction.

Lyrics to Baba Fareed's Kalams:

joban jaande naa daraan
je sioun preet na jaaye
farida kitti joban preet bin
suk gaye kumlaaye

farida dar darvesi gakhdi
jhallan duniya baat
ban uthai potli
kithe vanjha gaat

Poem:

The first time I saw a murder
Was on a silver platter 
What's worse,
I saw the murderer. 
She looked a lot like myself. 

A similarity I just couldn't accept 
For how could someone imitate me entirely? 
I thought too much, I thought
I thought, there is nothing more pleasing than an appetite
and so I ate.

I ate seashells and bombs,
floating, birthday balloons and fresh nicotine. 
Injections of many kinds,
saltwater, chicken and butts to say the least.
I ate homeless honey bees, the hairs of my cat,
and the best of all being stir-fried trees,
stewed, pickled and abused.
the secret ingredient, a mixture of metal and plastic.

My appetite grew larger, grew thicker.
One day I was walking. I met Gluttony, we both exchanged texts. I winked. And then, I ate him.
I can't say for sure if he's the best lunch i've had, but I don't need to think, 
he's making his way through my digestive now. 

More for me, more for me!
My appetite was so punctual, unbrushed teeth decayed in shame.
Pizza leftovers? The colouring of pink? My appetite didn't mind! It ate even the naivety of volunteered cows. 

I tell you, it did not matter to me. 
My body cried, brain cells rebelled in anger and stupidity. I ate. The vomit of my soul could be sniffed by the same cat whose hairs I ate. My hair grew thinner as my mouth stretched wider. 
I wore plastics, animals and humans. Over-used, over-consumed. Too much, too little.

Enough! one, fine day, I finally thought to think again.
I had to put a stop to this nonsensical mess, this utmost disgust, and unnecessary display of violence. So now, you're thinking.
The story that will touch the eyes of millions, touch it right where it hurts. 
How I stopped...

Listener, if I were to cut the bullshit,
I had no choice to this, you have to believe me, because

I'm dead.

zjs