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A beautiful poem full of intense emotions! 'I am a warzone/My people are hungry/My animals are just a bag of bone/The stray dog never knows why today/No leftovers are thrown.'
I am a warzone I became one, for a ruthless tyrant Got irked by another Now my sons and daughters pursuing college Cannot walk any further
The infant yowls and yowls for milk His mother has none to spare If they, patrolling on the streets, hear They’ll snatch and hide him somewhere Like they did to the neighbour’s kid yesterday I can see the parents beseechingly pray
The young man desperately begs His master to give him some chore He says, I’ll clean your house, mow your lawn or clean your floor I beg you to give me my pay So my family will live another day
I am a warzone Rich condescending megalomaniacs Fight for control over me I’m only scared, Look at how they ravaged their territory
I am a warzone My people are hungry My animals are just a bag of bone The stray dog never knows why today No leftovers are thrown
The fish and birds and cats And all the life in the forests The plants and trees and butterflies Don’t know where their future rests
My future a question My present an elegy I am a warzone I don’t know how long I’ll be.
Image source: A still from Angry Indian Goddesses
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