BADRI RAINA | Caravan Daily
There was a time, not long ago,
When blood ran in the veins;
Now it spouts from megaphone mouths,
And runs down streets and lanes.
Bodies now are merely tools
To murder in the souls;
And every murderous soul now boasts
Countless, zestful trolls.
An age of devouring fire is here,
Words its vehicles;
The stench of hate that lights the spark
Nook and cranny fills.
Nothing gentle walks the earth,
Nor watches from the sky;
Idiocies of great aplomb
Cutthroat thrones occupy.
How then may remnants of softer days,
Anachronistic men
And women of vulnerable grace
Time’s murderous temper shun?
