Wednesday, February 10, 2010

In the days…

In the days of human slaughter
That quenched the monstrous
Hunger of the few
With the sweat, blood, and soul
Of the many
Innocents and children and humans

In the days of dog-eat-dog kingdom
Blessed by the nirvana kings
And the Vishnu worshippers
From lands around and far
To surround and annihilate
Traces of humanity

In the days of darkness
In the guiding light of liberal
Collateral damage and relief and camps
Come the fight of wild dogs
Clamoring and salivating at the bleeding wounds
Of the prey, preyed in collectivist vision

In the days of the future
Come to me a vision, clear and loud
Of humans rising beyond barbed wires
The hunger of the many for justice
Annihilating the few wild dogs in their sleep
With the dawn of a new world!

Ps: This poem was written in response to the 'outrage' in Sri Lanka which is so 'humanistically' covered by The Hindu, the paper that stood mute, and perhaps even endorsed' the inhuman war waged on the Sri Lankan Tamils! The first para talks about the civil war that was waged for almost 26 years, bemoaning the loss of an entire generation; it's childhood, security, etc.. The second para talks of the last part of the war, where the 'powers' (religious and political) joined hands in killing off the last few people standing..The third para talks of today, how the 'spoils or credit' of this bloody war is being 'split' by the powers..the final para talks of hope for a better future; however cliched it may sound, it doesn't sound hollow to me, though. )


me1084 said...

A small request. pls add a note so that the readers can understand better.

Yogender said...

and i felt the note has made it's impact weaker.... particularly the note being so detaliled is making it too local in its expanse....

Anonymous said...

History has shown us that peoples' natural rights can never be subjugated under the muzzle of the gun.

I only wish that the wild dogs are not annihilated in their sleep, but right when they are alive and aware.

How much your post reminds me of Bob Dylan's classic 'Blowing in the wind'.

Here is the link to the lyrcis of the song.

- Hari

Jai said...

Angels us all, let's go round and round in the ring, and clap the devil away

Angels us all, let's shine squeaky clean and drive the dust away,

Angel angel let us play
drive others away,

Angel dreams,
put your,
nightmares away

Heaven, heaven, nice and proper, angels angels nice and shiney,
let's all fly away!

Anonymous said...

Interesting. I am not a fan of activist poems. Somehow I think the message, the force with which it is conveyed, always overwhelms the craft. This is MY opinion. I am sure there are enough poems where the message and the craft are happily married. Now, coming to your poem, I am no expert on the content, so I will comment only on the form. I think some dashes here and there would be great. Let's borrow from Emily Dickenson, shall we? Methinks, it would add some stylistic finesse.

In terms of the message, I like your purity of vision but I am still sceptical if it is translatable into the world we live in.


Happy heart said...

Thanks for your comments Moush...and as far as the vision being translatable...let's find sometime to talk...or, better still, why not we go to a public meeting tomorrow in MGR Nagar on the Operation Green Hunt??

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