Killers and killed are victims

Of warlords’ greed.



Hail You, My Liberators

Hail you, my liberators
I hail you with palms
Lifted not in joyous dance
Pallor palms of poignant pains
Cuttings from shrunken trees
Awaits your death led entry
And our sweets for your loot

Hail you, O my hero
From your walk we all know
From which we flee
Children, mothers and fathers
Tears dashing for dear life
Our absence your coveted welcome!

O liberators,
My signs the surfeits
Of your greatness our forfeits
You made us first homeless,
You christened us displaced,
A charming cover cloth for griefs
Then when you find us out
Like chaff in boreas' path
To the four ways spitting troubles
Winning from all men the fame;
That puts us in camps,
That sleeps us in the open
That puts us on food lines,
That nourishes us on pigs’ wheat,
That makes our lives the monkey’s life,
A! Liberators, what a name of names,
That blesses us with wretchedness,
That puts our hearts in the hearths,

O liberators!
Hateful is this badge,
This medal of dishonor you pin on
A scorn, a beggar—a refugee

O liberators,

O you bulldozers

O you incubus of barrenness

O you high noon thunder
Our days you wreck,
Our nights you crush,
Our tomorrow you cancel!

O liberators,
For some who took your copper balls
Burned to stumps in your conflagrations
O blessed stumps, rejoice in your ashes
You miss nothing but troubles and sickness
You miss a life in ruins,
And a chance to chant:
O liberators, hail you!



Child of the Nineties

I was born to grow in peril
From the day my slap-wrought cries
To the time I ate Adam’s fruit
Its pains and sorrows God decries
For me child of the nineties.

Chronicles of my life:

Memories of the Lutheran Massacre

Saga of wretched mayhem

Blotting red white pages of time

Chronicles of Cow field:
Grasshoppers’ killers in dire death-fields

Where my playmates with parents
Hacked, chopped, stabbed by death agents
Never to wake, dying in slumber.

Chronicles of doomful April’s woes
Thousands dying, thousand sorrow-pierced

Ten of thousands of lives sacrificed

Littering the useless Altar of justice

I’m a botched child of the nineties

Child of justice perverted

Millions in misery

Just for a man to go court!

Born to war:
I was to live in strife,
Dodging stray bullets,
Walking in fields mined,
Friend to bloodshed,
I was to trial;
Born to live in ruins
Ruins of my heritage,
Ruins of a trickster nation
Ruins of everything
I was to the nineties



War

Oh, respondent to Kinja unsummoned
Black, thorn-filled with ill goods and gifts
Burgling,
Wires of sorrows that no man
From old beckons
Steel-skinned, who it’s rumored sacks when
It’s bustling
Oh, unsummoned,
Your Kinja fills my hut!

From my first whimper to ecstasy
In the convulsing of passions—joys, pains;
Ah, what a crucible
Life without gains
Taken when in the people’s cause she wobbles.

O war your saga summary says
One thing;
You’re the wrecker, spoiling everything
O war, you turn my days into dark night
Regnant incubus—vile, vicious lord
O war, viseful boreas, the proud father
In shame tattered clothes, robed in
Your discord
Of job, money, and clothes—through fatherhood;
O war vampire, that makes life an obituary.

Life’s serum sucked, life’s face in
Cerecloth’s death-hood
Life, your consignee to bleak mortuary.

O war, all your victims you make equal:
Facing the child soldiers loaded arms,
Straight from a feast of poppy field harvest
Knows nobody nor recognizes any laws




I Step in Darkness Again

Out, out from a cavernous sepulcher,
Dark, jagged pains and bats,
tied, bound, in tattered old clothes,
With eyes lifting,
With lips pursed,
Into darkness I step again.

Out first into glowing rays
Brilliant flow of day sunlight
Chasing the snakes,
the bats, the brawls
Lush intoxicating hopes purged,
Fiendish denizens, terror nights;
Possessing my soul like a drum-spirit
Pouring prophecies,
psalms of peace
To my people long troubled,
peace starved

Out, an Africa gorilla
Exultant in glowing time sunlight,
Confident of a pregnant sunrise
Springing hungry to succor food
But soon light descends
He trips far,
from home, kin and solace.

Out, out like a giant gorilla
Fooled by sunrise imitating sunset
I step into rats, darkness, and
crippling night:
A night darkness and ceaseless
A jagged cavern, sunless.