My City Dies

Location

110012
India
28° 38' 4.308" N, 77° 9' 15.3648" E

“…I’m sure there’ll be more to cry for,

There’ll be more for us to see…”

Courtesy: ” Disrespecting ‘Her’, the Indian way… ” ( http://mylores.wordpress.com/2013/01/26/disrespecting-her-the-indian-way/)

And, here we are, with more to see…

One of the oldest civilizations,

Isn’t much civilized as yet,

Gone the heartless Nazis,

Gone a ruthless Somalia,

Gone a greedy Latin America,

Gone lethally blind, an unfortunate Syria,

Now, all set to go, India,

Barbaric lust molds savages in here,

Are these men? Are these human beings?

Do they belong to the same land of faith, bards and kings?

We’re growing vampires,

Did I not tell you?

There’ll be more of their victims,

More for us to lament on,

And, there you see,

How monstrous have they turned?

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust,

Tore her genitals apart,

Quenched their thirst for feminine meat,

Corked it with a little bottle and candles,

Left her to writhe in pain, and rot,

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust…

Did that child know what happened?

Did she know why did they hurt her?

Did she know why did they bleed her?

Did she know the meaning of lust?

Did she know what being a woman, was all about?

Was she aware of a woman’s foremost duty?

Of a woman’s pricey obligation in this country?

Was she aware of the meaning of pleasure?

Or meaty gratification, whatsoever?

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust…

She follows her unsuccessful successor into the ICU,

My City Wept then,

Thereafter, My City Rebelled,

All futile, All useless, All hopeless,

We shall breathe in, breathe out, breathe on,

In this sea of Apathy,

We shall crave, beg for a drop of Humanity,

Wait and watch,

For now, we want to believe it or not,

We survive in a Dead Clime,

With each new dawn now,

We hear our girls and ladies cry,

As uniformed hooligans try burying sins,

Paint absolute anarchy,

They Devoured a five-year old,

Dishonored her Fatally, out of Lust,

Splashed at us, are buckets full of disgust,

Now soaked in filth,

We’ll watch with lame eyes,

As, robbed clean off its soul,

Shoved towards a shameful end,

Now, My City Dies…

Debaroon'2013

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