Two Sides of the Same War

The space is spilling its own secrets,
But a void is trying to interrupt the
Communications, and a wooden door
Was opened, I heard it myself, stars
Running through it as if horses or
Soldiers or freedom fighters, or waves
Upon waves of nature’s way to show
A peaceful movement, and there –
There! A shooting star leading the
Resistance against all of the void,
And the horns of battle have been
Blown, and now, stars clash against
Blackness somewhere into the space,
The sky starts to be filled with fog,
Obscuring the battlefield, everything
Is now cloudy, but I can feel the stars
Are starting to diminish – our poor
Sky is gathering their dust and is
Now full of tears, we are getting
Drenched by their sorrow while
Both space and void sit back on
Their comfy chairs shaking hands
After all pawns gone: checkmated.

Medals of Honour

The colossal design of our dimensional space
Has brought beings together, separated them,
Hung them on spiked bones, recreated an art
Of glorified war – they said on terrorism – well,
Glorify war all you want but when humans meet
They will only show an affectionate will to dream,
An immense emotional rush to move forward
Into peace, and yet, they said for our security
We shall go to war; for our peace, we shall
Deny it upon the world; and then, our financial
Disability kicks in to kick us out of our ancestors
As we applaud our men for their medals of honour.

Change the System Not the Climate

Now, you just need to write
It down like you did before,
Something you are angry about,
Something about this world, or
Something you are passionate about,
Something that you want to protect –
No matter what,
Something you want to forever erase –
No matter what,
Write about the voiceless justice,
Or about the cries of rotten rats
That swarm the news headlines,
Billionaires owning what we hear,
What we see, and what we read,
The one percent guiding us,
The ninety-nine, into believing
The benefits of their mastery over
Our voluntary enslavement,
A charitable movement from us,
The ninety-nine, towards them,
The one percent, and indeed,
We allowed our men into war,
Maggots feeding on the sizzling
Dish to be served on golden
Plates and royal cutlery that
Become tomorrow’s headlines,
And we believe in their heroism,
We cheer for their deaths,
And we cheer for their return,
Returning wounded and voiceless,
And if any exposes the buried
Atrocities, then we accept
The system that puts them
On the menu for Today’s Special,
And we vote for the one percent,
For their beautifully carved thrones,
A burden that we choose to carry,
In our name they decree airstrikes
On hospitals, schools, and places
Of worship with cover stories to
Allude us into dancing our feet
Off the ground until we believe
Our transformation into celestial
Creatures; angels that protect
The world from corruption,
From demons in their own lands,
The lands of the ninety-nine,
Resources sucked out dry
As their thrones continue to
Expand in our sacred name,
And as we smoke our air
Into smithereens because
The system is meant to be
Treated that way, we await
A dance ritual from the one
Percent to alleviate our
Suffering, and what we,
The ninety-nine, see are them
False banners about the attempt
For climate change in the next
Few decades, a hopeful bait like
A carrot to a donkey’s journey,
And one day the carrot will
Burn and the donkey will
Run in reverse failing to
Notice the enclosing floods,
And indeed, in our sacred
Name the planet will survive,
The one percent in their jets
Will survive, but never us,
The ninety-nine of us
Will continue to roll a die
Into the inevitable homelessness,
An acceptable collateral damage
Discussed in their board meetings,
So, no need to find a solution
Since there is no problem
In this profit-driven system,
Devised by the one percent;
Meanwhile, we applaud their
Beautifully carved thrones as
They dust us out of history.

Peaceful Announcement

Americans and Russians were once in alliance,
Found themselves passionately in defiance,
Once again no-man’s land is a tick-tock clock,
Airstrikes and gunshots to defile the flock,
Soldiers volunteering to follow orders,
Abandoning humanity and crossing borders,
They publicly expressed their well-thought strategy,
Not an invasion but an intricate remedy,
A mixture of burning spices for the skin,
To teach them a lesson – oh friends and kin,
I break internally, and externally I detest
The mention of war every bit of me in protest,
You see, I have seen the world,
East and West, warm and cold,
Never have I ever come across
Happiness being built on loss,
Rather, peace and harmony blossom many smiles,
And if you don’t understand, just walk few miles,
You will learn the nature of people
Is to share dreams with other people,
And never have I learnt a thing or two
About ethnic cleansing, the terrorising flu,
Contaminating air, rivers, and politicians,
Corrupting the trans-national corporations,
Feeding wars and starving mothers,
Drowning kids and hanging fathers,
Some sort of a deathmatch game,
As if guns and joysticks are the same,
Listen and take heed ladies and gentlemen,
And appreciate the voluntary service of this pen.