Monday, August 24, 2009

The War

The bomb-shells roaring overhead

Nixon-Churchill playing dice

Another female disrobed

Divine weapons clash in the sky


Politics, covert, honour, death

Manipulated tools move in silence

Fools they are

Tools of a lost cause


The foolish king, the foolish father

A cunning politician

Live transmission of ancient TV

Fires erupt in Titanomachia


Shuddering silence – Gaia cries

Throws up umbilical noose

Her daughter climbs down

Her sons are becoming men


Badly thrashed, the place runs awry

Pleading eyes silenced with guns

20 Years passed – dazed horror of her eyes

We change the channels – and forget


The story is now censored

The rape of Lucrece

History we manipulated

The embers glow again

2 comments:

Pranay Parab said...

We change the channels – "an forget"
Typo I think.

Live Transmission of ancient TV - good one!

This poem seems to be transcending time, cultures and thoughts. :)

Janmejay Singh said...

@ Pranay -

Typo corrected....

I have drawn mythlogical parallels (like Dhritrshtra and Sanjay), etc - well guessed brother.