And While You Argue - Malaysian Airline 17. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

And While You Argue - Malaysian Airline 17.

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Between your bickering bravado
And if you do get a chance
Do think of me drowned dead,
In the deluge of your tears
Those which crocodiles stopped shedding.
Dry eyes of dry souls with pickled conscience
Your aggressive marketing of death
Wrapped in pink glittering plastic
Looks so attractive to me
As I see my charred self
Gasping for a never ever second chance
To live, in your fiefdom of self righteousness.
Your juntas both rustic and elite
Those with ties and with guns
Brutes and mules you rock,
On my tombstone of a life
Cut short, shred into pieces
Littered around with fuselage
Debri of our Civilisation
Barbarism staring out at me
Snuffing the me in me out cold
Warming the sombre fires of thought
Deep analysis
Whilst you argue, lay blame
I remain
Maimed, mute, mauled and murdered.

Friday, July 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: tragedy
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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