A Vengeance Poem by Ibohal Kshetrimayum

Before the butchery -
Beasts from hell came with vulgar armory.
We heard them marching on mud of breasts,
Crushing tender veins, and
Sprouts of milk ceased to shoot.

In the Armageddon -
Seedy worms munched the wombs, and
Putrid sperms spewed on bloody soil.
Babies were born without history,
Disfigured and different, and
Our homes mothered aliens!
But they were children of our daughters,
And we gave them our names.

After the adulteration -
Beasts from hell'll come back, in hoods,
Wielding axes with glaring edges, on which
Sun's glint'll yell.
They'll dance like their gods, and
Shed blood again.
But of their own, the aliens! , who'll
Bleed in the hands of their own.
And we'll see blood flowing in our rivers,
With the color of orange.

When it happens -
It'll be a vengeance,
But for the hurt in our hearts.