Wednesday, August 06, 2008

What you reap is what you sow- It's true!

I agree with the title to a great extent when we talk of the current state of terror in India.In the wake of the current bombings, and the subsequent advent of these so called Indian Mujahideens, who have claimed the responsibility for the same, it may mark the beginning of a new face of reckless killings. I think the outside hand can only fan the proceedings, and glorify these misguided youth as martyrs. We may need bofors on our borders, but we definitely need some compassion with in our territories. I don't think this post is complete as I would like to add on to the ideas that I have tried to express..Let's see if I actually manage to add a few lines later.

Why blame the gun, when we supply the bullets!
Why blame the dead, when we didn't spare the coffins.
Outside hands, with strings attached; operating puppets!
On a podium of their extinct families, showcasing talents.

Let a few more scream their last,shed blood in indispensable blasts.
Let a few more perish, while you count your votes!
Spare none; send out your hounds, to immoral grounds.
Let them have a feast with cops, in government rounds.

Post the bombings,I know you invented a few terrorists.Kill them.
Suleimaan may be 12, Aashif 13. Did I mention they are Indians?
Nevermind! Threat's a threat, more so, if it gets you a medal.

Wipe them all off, before 'they' get you.
So what if you are oblivious to who 'they' are.
Rage demands no logic, mob's uniquely cogent.
Your sword demands blood, and that it shall have!

Did you rape, loot, floor a dozen?
Hurry up, don't you wanna join the CM's kaizen!
Gandhian state, Gandhian ideas, with essential mutations.

Respond, to whistles from both sides on the border.
You count the heads, while diplomacy tackles humanity.
You shall have your share, like it was taken.
Do as is told, oblige to the call of the Satan!

This game's fun. A Colosseum, you provide, we execute.
We scar, you train. Favor returned.
Poverty's rampant, trendy is unemployment.
Life's priceless! Guess what, it earns you a few cents.


I will do my time in hell. For you, let me ensure the the same.

Sharad K Raj,
August 6th, 2008

2 comments:

Mini said...

Sharad, this is a brilliant piece of political bloodshed and man-slaughtering poetry with a satirical satire. Indeed very sad the reason it got spilled onto your blog!

sharad raj said...

I hope many pple feel on similar lines.Not particularly sad that it's on my blog, more disturbing to know that this happens!I only write, pple have faced this! Thanks for your comment! :)