The Wrath Of A Devil... Poem by Sudip Mukherjee

muzzle-load, shoot, bleed, die.
I rejoice every moment of it.
As I conquer again and again.
I take pride killing Gandhi, Lennon, Kennedy.
I have witnessed the Independence marchings,
Student revolts, genocides and the impotent brits killing innocents.
I have soaked the History pages with blood.
I am made of a lead-core and I am 8mm calibre.

I always hit the target when I am being propelled.
And then miseries grasp like supersonics.Maelstrom.
I exhilarate.

I smile when you squabble and fool around.
Violence, revenge flowing through your blood.
You conspire to kill.
And I thrive.
Seem like your brains have already been eaten up by Maggots.
I am holding life-magic wand of the corroding Hummanity.
My hand of power cannot be denied.
I will stand alone at the end.

muzzle-load, shoot, bleed, die.
I am made of a lead-core and I am 8mm calibre.