By Saket Kashyap
See the Red hats,
See the Red faces,
See the Red walls,
See the Red streets,
See the Red sewers,
See the Red colonise,
See the Red cities,
See the Red provinces,
See the Red nation,
In the end
See the Red eyes.
They are not coloured;
They are painted
With the Red blood
Of the Red comrades
Of the Red nation
By her Red soldier
On the orders of the
Red Supreme leader.
The Red blood in the hats
Is the blood that just came out of head.
The Red blood on the faces
Is the anger of an empty stomach.
The Red blood in the sewers
Is the speeches flowed during the movement.
The Red blood on the walls
Is the pamphlet of promises made of welfare.
The Red blood in the streets
Is the affection of mothers, who demanded food for children.
The Red blood in the cities
Is the fear of children, when their parents were being
persecuted.
The Red blood in the provinces
Is the bravery of fathers who were killed protecting their family.
The Red blood in the country
Is the gory story of red social welfare.
The Red blood in the eyes
Is the tears of nation whose children are being killed.
In the power game of
The power hungry
Megalomaniacs.
Who promised a welfare society
And gave the red caps to wear.
Who asked to throw the king
And let them rule the country
With the community.
By Saket Kashyap
コメント