Militants,
States and empires,
Blood sucking vampires,
Innocence assumed,
One more magazine loaded,
An announcement made,
Dogs can have the dead humans’ bones,
Humans wait,
Our food isn’t yet born,
We are still searching,
Lets get on first with some more killing.
Airplanes,
Feeding new found bombs,
Shelling stale breadcrumbs,
Right next to human carcass,
Peace,
Brief,
An unknown face,
Lying adjacent,
A known disease,
He’s hit by a raining bullet,
Children shrill,
Women cry,
Men, no idea!
Some buried, some fled,
Some, may be burying a few more dead,
Some wanting a little more blood shed.
Right to live,
Snatched away,
Right to kill,
Is the world’s new way?
It’s here to stay?
Encased in a silent cage strong,
Another child grows wrong,
A militant is newly born,
Picks up a gun,
Points at the world, aimless
A grudge purposeless,
Another story wanderlust.
States and empires,
Blood sucking vampires,
Innocence assumed,
One more magazine loaded,
An announcement made,
Dogs can have the dead humans’ bones,
Humans wait,
Our food isn’t yet born,
We are still searching,
Lets get on first with some more killing.
Airplanes,
Feeding new found bombs,
Shelling stale breadcrumbs,
Right next to human carcass,
Peace,
Brief,
An unknown face,
Lying adjacent,
A known disease,
He’s hit by a raining bullet,
Children shrill,
Women cry,
Men, no idea!
Some buried, some fled,
Some, may be burying a few more dead,
Some wanting a little more blood shed.
Right to live,
Snatched away,
Right to kill,
Is the world’s new way?
It’s here to stay?
Encased in a silent cage strong,
Another child grows wrong,
A militant is newly born,
Picks up a gun,
Points at the world, aimless
A grudge purposeless,
Another story wanderlust.
TV,
Solemnly propagates,
A few gruesome videos,
A few talk shows,
Our lust to display,
A false mercy,
Follows duly,
A tear is dropped,
At most two,
A calm phrase uttered,
Quite untrue,
“I wish I could offer some help”
“Anyways, how cool looking is my new denim?”
“Make merry”,
“Happy birthday”,
“A few were slaughtered just yesterday”
“Oh!”
“Anyways, lets go”
At a drunken revelry,
Fake smiles present,
At a far away distance,
Peace is absent,
So trivial,
Death of another million?
Moods jovial?
Comfortable oblivion?
Time being,
Happiness satiated,
Hungry teeth,
Still searching,
Permanent hatred is growing,
In the shape of a monster, Frankenstein.
In future,
We’d have no shelter,
A child’s birth,
Besides his father’s death,
Everyday,
Sun peeps in,
The world screens the child a movie,
On the theatre of a sordid life,
Night falls, Sleep vanished,
What do we expect of him?
Placid recital of holy hymns?
Nursery rhymes
Of lists of crimes,
He’s survived in the shadows,
Of retribution and a rusted gun,
A loaded one,
Peace on earth,
While he’s seen hundreds of abject deaths.
The difference,
Between a militant and a soldier,
A constitution and a law?
Is just a uniform?
Just a licensed gun and a nuclear bomb?
Who gave them the license to kill?
God?
Terrorist and anti-terrorist,
Signing raw deals,
Of silent killing,
Of civilians weak,
No escape,
From both the clutches,
No backdoor exits exist.
Face it,
A vicious cycle,
For ever,
Don’t you yelp,
Not even the omnipresent can help,
Our lost words,
Even before they halt at our own ears,
No echoes,
Death followed by death,
Credit cards won’t buy another breath,
No sound trace,
Eternal silence,
Humanity buried,
Six feet under…
Hey world,
I have an angry question,
Can you buy me life with someone’s death?
Will you survive a chemical breath?
Hey world’s dearest children,
Pay attention,
Listen,
Let me take you back in time,
Tell you a story of a man so fine.
Thirty crore slaves,
And merciless distant masters,
A few masters were killed,
A few slaves were murdered,
The cycle repeated,
And slavery endured,
Then stood a man,
Hunched back and frail looking,
No sophisticated gun,
No wasting bombs,
He stood strong and aplomb,
Patience, perseverance, Silence,
In our words,
A huge project delivered,
Indian Independence!
Weapon of choice,
How Silly?
Your belief belied?
Was simple truth and nonviolence?
Would we call him a fool?
If he is born today?
In your annals of crumpled,
Long forgotten history,
That victorious warrior,
Is called Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi!
Is his story to be shunned?
Or is there a lesson to be learnt?
Even when we know, why do we pretend?
Isn’t his way the Hobson’s choice,
That’ll let the world go stunned?
Lets condemn killing of a human being,
He may be a Pathan in Afgan,
Or a resident of Iraq or Palestine,
Or the one in the Mumbai train,
Or the one in Lebanon,
All of them dead in vain,
Killed may be by the militants,
Or even by our very own Governments.
Solemnly propagates,
A few gruesome videos,
A few talk shows,
Our lust to display,
A false mercy,
Follows duly,
A tear is dropped,
At most two,
A calm phrase uttered,
Quite untrue,
“I wish I could offer some help”
“Anyways, how cool looking is my new denim?”
“Make merry”,
“Happy birthday”,
“A few were slaughtered just yesterday”
“Oh!”
“Anyways, lets go”
At a drunken revelry,
Fake smiles present,
At a far away distance,
Peace is absent,
So trivial,
Death of another million?
Moods jovial?
Comfortable oblivion?
Time being,
Happiness satiated,
Hungry teeth,
Still searching,
Permanent hatred is growing,
In the shape of a monster, Frankenstein.
In future,
We’d have no shelter,
A child’s birth,
Besides his father’s death,
Everyday,
Sun peeps in,
The world screens the child a movie,
On the theatre of a sordid life,
Night falls, Sleep vanished,
What do we expect of him?
Placid recital of holy hymns?
Nursery rhymes
Of lists of crimes,
He’s survived in the shadows,
Of retribution and a rusted gun,
A loaded one,
Peace on earth,
While he’s seen hundreds of abject deaths.
The difference,
Between a militant and a soldier,
A constitution and a law?
Is just a uniform?
Just a licensed gun and a nuclear bomb?
Who gave them the license to kill?
God?
Terrorist and anti-terrorist,
Signing raw deals,
Of silent killing,
Of civilians weak,
No escape,
From both the clutches,
No backdoor exits exist.
Face it,
A vicious cycle,
For ever,
Don’t you yelp,
Not even the omnipresent can help,
Our lost words,
Even before they halt at our own ears,
No echoes,
Death followed by death,
Credit cards won’t buy another breath,
No sound trace,
Eternal silence,
Humanity buried,
Six feet under…
Hey world,
I have an angry question,
Can you buy me life with someone’s death?
Will you survive a chemical breath?
Hey world’s dearest children,
Pay attention,
Listen,
Let me take you back in time,
Tell you a story of a man so fine.
Thirty crore slaves,
And merciless distant masters,
A few masters were killed,
A few slaves were murdered,
The cycle repeated,
And slavery endured,
Then stood a man,
Hunched back and frail looking,
No sophisticated gun,
No wasting bombs,
He stood strong and aplomb,
Patience, perseverance, Silence,
In our words,
A huge project delivered,
Indian Independence!
Weapon of choice,
How Silly?
Your belief belied?
Was simple truth and nonviolence?
Would we call him a fool?
If he is born today?
In your annals of crumpled,
Long forgotten history,
That victorious warrior,
Is called Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi!
Is his story to be shunned?
Or is there a lesson to be learnt?
Even when we know, why do we pretend?
Isn’t his way the Hobson’s choice,
That’ll let the world go stunned?
Lets condemn killing of a human being,
He may be a Pathan in Afgan,
Or a resident of Iraq or Palestine,
Or the one in the Mumbai train,
Or the one in Lebanon,
All of them dead in vain,
Killed may be by the militants,
Or even by our very own Governments.
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