Head burns in fire of bloodlust
Arms ache from death blows
She sees her body been coloured
Veins broken, white blood flows.
Her smiles lost in cries of pain
For her children die of hunger
And saviours she entrusted them
Feast on their skin, become deadlier.
Demons walk the streets freely
Rule on every spec of your life
You are not safe from them
Nor your children, or your wife.
The mother wails in silent agony
Slaved for you are blithe
Every day dying a slow death
Prosperity and happiness; just a myth.
But then, who cares let us rejoice
For we live only for today
Enjoy, make merry, have fun; it's
Happy Independence Day
2 comments:
To talk, feel, and provoke others the kind of system that we are currently in, takes a whole deal of courage and intensity. The creation was courageous, but I honestly think it lacked in intensity. Tell me, Vikas, what can move a mountain? It isnt a cliched question. So take your time and tell me. BTW, the opinion that you gave for my magazine's opinion poll was much intense. Why? Cuz you stated all the facts, and well, for a change, the brute facts did it.
huh....... the irony..... celebrated death.... celeberated wounds.... This is Shastipurti ....
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