Author: The Phantom Typist

  • Deader than dead

    As if monsters in the hides of men weren’t enough

    They’ve started with explosive payload aboard mechanized birds

    After killing my countrymen, they come in peace talks with sweet words 

    What do you say, bleed my land with a thousand cuts? 

    No mercy no ifs and buts 

    History stands witness

    We’ve beaten you everytime in open battle 

    All you do is hide behind  the dragon’s rattle 

    Asymmetrical warfare is the name of your game

    Under that guise you slaughter and main

    You know you can only win when your enemy is asleep 

    That’s when you attack him, that’s when you leap 

    But why should I be expecting anything from you? 

    You are merciless and cruel foes

    I should know that you’ll send all under the belt blows 

    I know one thing, I want you dead, deader than dead

    To colour your lands red

    But my problem is with the snoring Indian state machinery

    Which will only think of responses to such audacity when it’s elections

    Or new PM selections

    The world is looking 

    And today if you don’t cut the arm that raises slap you 

    Tomorrow ten more will take its place to trap you 

    But my hopes with this state machinery is lost 

    They are shameless liars

    They’ll only call to arms and fires 

    When there are sobbing widows, crying daughters and rows of funeral pyres

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