They need a foe...
our universal heroes...
Well! They think so...
James Bonds and Rambos...
with licence to kill any one
in the world...
They need a foe...
be a human, a nation or even an animal...
be it Laden, Saddam or Castro...
be Russia, Iran, Iraq, India, Korea or China...
be it a shark, a bat or a rat...
a demon, a ghost or an alien from Mars...
to grease their arms with blood...
to please their cold-blooded hearts...
Come on O' Big Brother...
you know what you're doing...
...and you people know nothing...
Come on...the day you learn loving...
This world starts living....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sathya, Interesting poem.