Oh, heckling thinkers,
and O' inverted intellectuals...
be thou left or right,
sling not mud at each other
and waste not thy chaste anger!
Eager, both thou are
to offer this world due comfort!
Two sides of uncut
one whole thou are;
our bolsters...
why fight amongst thou
O' mistreading stalwarts!
Stretch thy great peers
there, on that deserving rout of wolves
rambling out there,
eating the vitals of the world to core
and breeding hatred and squalor all over!
No signets they bear of nation any;
just bandicoots are they in our closets!
Come ye, cut their throats!
Yes, yes, no remorse...
ere they get to the roots and bore! ! !
I love this powerful message, really good, although I don't agree that God has left us :) !
hello, God is now scared of printing units in different shades and colours, dumpsters needed.. Printing machines will attack even gods too.. watchful.. (joke) .. fear not... die like a soldier dont die many deaths... living with enemies.. from experience I can tell you, tough a task...... great 10... read my magnetic signals when time permits..
One of the best war poems I have read Sathya - - and needs to be in war anthology book - - - descriptive - intuitive - and composed masterfully..... well done from Fay.
I have become my own enemy. I do not care for any enemities. ' mein khod i jab khod ki dushmon banie huye dushmono ka dushmoni se mera keye kam' Thanks dear Sathya for this piece.
God has gone away in disgust at the atrocities man commits against man. man is the only animal that kills for vicarious pleasure ruthlessly. i wish your voice reaches God, and he sends someone again to destroy evil. brilliant work.10
I could'nt agree with you more, this is a crazy world of greed gone mad, not enough lets have a war. It is so easy so impersonal with misiles and bombs. Sathya well written, keep it up we have too. B ob
that is a place called, life you get freinds who are praying to see you fall....what a prodigy poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written my friend. Brutally honest, but nontheless it is sadly...too true. We are living with enemies, all round us, the problem is.... we never know who, or what they will be. Keep writing~! Your friend.....Anne