War Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

War.
Precise. To the point. Targeted.
Intelligence having claws, nails, teeth.
Nothing uncertain about death to the hour, minute, second, millisecond.
Perfectly calculated projectiles hit the base.
Flesh and bones evaporate to dryness,
just like the high school chemistry experiments.
The school doesn't exist any more.
The playground doesn't exist any more.
Spectacular fire power has removed the structures.
It's all science and technology mixed with precision and psychology.
Stormed headquarters, torn minds.
Smoke billowing up, black greenhouse gases with immeasurable toxicity.
No uncertainty about the sustainable development goals.
Goals are intact, goalposts are continuously changing directions.
That's modernity.
Cloud computing does the job.
Man dies. Collateral damage.
War.
Children watch.
It grasps their conscious mind.
Will brew in their subconscious.
Desire for revenge will reach their unconscious.
War.
The more the merrier.
Never ending saga of human development.
As life and death are inseparable -
Civilization and War are inseparable.
And we watch black smoke reaching the sky,
wait for the stock prices of defence companies shoot up -
more life is taken by tech,
more money is made in stock.
War ends
with a promise -
to be back soon.