on gujarat riots

opening the eyes wide

the vision that has me enthralled

screams which pierce my soul

the spirits looking on, all overhauled.

suffering that they began

wounds that they dig in us hard

now each day i work along to fill

cursing those b**t**ds to have sons retard.

softly the air blows

the scent of blood that oozes in it

nobody here realises that

how life is so much full of sh*t.

i need to work this out

i need to make their world new

that which was destroyed by the cowards

i would rebuild along with the chosen few.

o god, o god, up there,

i need you to be with me,

while i fight this holy war and die,

on my beloved ones shall you oversee.

each day i think

each moment they remind me

the silent begging eyes of children

ones who never wanted it to be.

death when becomes dream

which comes up in eyes open

scarred by pernicious reality

each breath labours hard to find a clan.

opening the eyes wide
the vision that has me enthralled
screams which pierce my soul
the spirits looking on, all overhauled.