The End Of A Warrior Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

His memory never fade;
He still remember the warrior
Fought against repression
The evils that hunted the poor
Whom the 'Lords' whipped
Abused and killed mercilessly.
The 'Lords' raped the girls
Before the parents and brothers
In a diabolic and gruesome way
And killed brutally!
The warrior with fire in eyes
Exhorted the hapless poor
To move to the granaries
The gold coin swelled bins
Of the 'Lords' to loot!
They move behind the warrior
With swords and sickles
The palm sticks
And flushed out
The granaries and bins
Filled with grains and golds
Made of their sweats!
Then the hunt for warrior
Launched with the band of sleuths
Armed with guns
And they holed-out the warrior
From his hide-out
And led him to the heart
Of the green forest
And beat and killed him
By tying him to a pole!
The poor were summoned
To see the eyes of the warrior
Gouged out by bayonet
And the rose-red wounds
All over the body
And the holes on the chest
By the piercing bullets!
They were asked to carry
The corpse of the warrior
And turned into ashes
And the ashed thrown into
The river flowing with fright
And the warrior melted
To water and history!