Hazy faces of a world that cries
Newspapers silent; foot note: no one survived;
Though there were a few valiant tries;
Buried and subdued in lies.
Clinching fists and spewing mist;
Fighting with cuts on the wrist,
Does it matter which way the gun was pointed?
One demon left office; another was anointed.
Saffron or green: it is all the same;
part of the devious game.
Not a tear shed at the starving kids
In our present lives that died.
Humanity is a justified collateral in this game of thrones;
Unless it is your daughters that die.
Then, it is whataboutery, hate and wails;
How long will you survive?
When they come for you, there is no refuge.
Totalitarianism is an ideology barren subterfuge.
Money devoured; violence unleashed.
Rage of the machine; roar of the beast.
A beast that is in reality sterile;
No virility; no empathy;
To be hanged till alive.
Cowardice masquerading as valour
Coup de grace;
forever to lie without rest or peace in the repenting cellar.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 