choose a side
their formation a 3–2–2
laws triple
made by a duo
for you know who
in haste created
in deceit passed
instantly hailed
instructions once broadcast
his keyboard on payroll
went clackety clack
the sultan of 50 words
now just a hack
the bearded piper
then played a beat
that baab of balance
called it a treat
silently watching
the teeming mass
working ways to pay for
that expensive gas
a state
uncaring, unhearing
unfeeling, unheeding
the duo
unhinged, unrelenting
a tornado swirling
all reason sucked out
a sucker punch
in every round of every bout
thats how its been
these 7 years
imaginary enemies
orchestrated fears
when all else fails
out come the tears
seasons braved
heat, rain and that biting cold
600 gone and counting
no bells for them tolled
his kurta and turban
a bloodied set
painted by batons
with desire to wet
yet they stand
their heads so proud
unflinching, unafraid
resolute, unbowed
the sky has witnessed
the earth has seen
many a tyrant
like peacocks preen
their bluff when called
they flee the scene
the lines in sand drawn
the sides have been chosen
their batons seeking blood
our stout hearts of rosen
— — — — — — — — — -gather the resistance — — — — — — — — — —
P.S. the line “desire to wet” is something i read in Shelley’s poem “The Mask Of Anarchy”. (http://knarf.english.upenn.edu/PShelley/anarchy.html)
This line stayed with me for some reason; sprung up when i saw the photo of the farmer all beaten up. That was the starting point of this poem.
