Slaughtered Hand

A mistake

Intentional or unintentional

Brought the wrath from all directions

Mobs burned his effigies

Mobs demanded his blood

Some waited for law to take its course

But a few couldn’t wait

They executed their own law

By slaughtering a hand

That wrote things they didn’t like

Though everyone has right to express

Their thoughts and opinions

From nowhere he became famous

His words made him the enemy

Of chauvinists who talks about god

But god never assigned anyone

To execute anyone

For talking against the will of god

The palm less hand strikes the eye

As the symbol of hatred

Spread by heartless

Religiously blinded chauvinists

The enemy of humanity

This is about a person whose hand was butchered by some anti-social miscreants for expressing radical opinions.

Mercenaries of Death

Every morning, we wakes up

Seeing the news of terror, somewhere

All the time we feel, oh my god

Painful enough, to bring tears from eyes

Many a time, we wonder!

Why do all these things happen?

Why is this bloodshed not ending?

Why do all those people have to suffer?

It wont end soon, as

Mercenaries of death

Are out in the streets

In the name of god

In the name of state

In the name of mafia

In the name of terror

Cold blooded, motivated to kill

Now, there is no place in this world

That we can ascertain as safe one

As, anytime, anyone can blow it up

With blood shattering all over the place

Paradises are like hell, now

When will this mayhem end?

I wonder, what do they achieve?

When they kill innocent people

  

Can they give back the kids, to the parents?

Can they give back parents, to those orphans?

No money or words can make up for those losses

When they can’t give a life, why they wanna take one?

Blame it on those greedy rulers, who

Breaded these mercenaries of death

To gain some paltry political victories

But ended up as the victims of the same

  

Even child warriors are so determined

Brain washed to be fierce, with guns in hands

Emotionless even when blood splatters

Trained tactically to kill, living only to kill

We can only wish

To get them back to their homes

Changing them for the sake of humanity

Healing them with prayers, so that

This blood shed ends someday