To War

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17/09/2010 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I gather the men and design
them into company’s,
commanding them into submission
while reminding them of history.
Telling tales of victory & losses
to purge their sleep
to awaken their anger, their pride and
the madness lying deep
and forgotten in the chasm of
their desires.
I pull them out and take them down
the memories kindle their fire.

We march to the beating of the
fabled clan drum,
a sight to behold!! men with hammer
and shields and also swords with some.
also some tears shed for wives
and children scared to be slain,
slipping slyly to their mouth mixed
with a stream of sweat,
dripping boldly from their brow
as they take another step.

A step towards victory.
A step towards blood and gore.
A step towards women crying, babies
renounced by fathers no more.
No women shall be touched and no
Child shall be pained.
No more raped daughters to be our bane.

These people who run with me
Will forever be remembered.
Either in chains of gold will they
Die or maybe dismembered.
Shut out the screams of the women as
You hack the bastards to death.
He won’t be as careful if that stump of
Boiling blood was your head.

Kill them!!! Kill them!!! The Gods seem
To bellow out loud,
Perhaps they needed the help of Men
To help him weed the scums out.
We shall march longer and harder
Till every pebble bears testimony
Of the battles fought hard and long
For truth and death of felony.

Siddiqui F.

NB: Written in parts. 2 to be precise. The first 3 para’s written in PNB (Zaveri Bazar) where I was for an audit on 09.04.2010. The rest written 2 nights back at home, i.e. 15.09.2010

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