A human or is it?
Up in arm against the order or is it?
There is no rationale or is it?
As a child, and even today,
There are things still fathomless and grey.
May be we have missed a bullet or two,
With the whole story engraved through…
The gunfire and the platitude
The cries and the silence
What has brought us here?
Do we really need blood and rust?
To get ahold of the killer!
Does the child have a choice?
An AK at eight,
Rhetoric for brains,
that could be you or me,
Definitely not the ideal setting to be free…
You can bomb the base
You can assassin the face
You can fortify the hedge
The internal security for all you care…
But no wall is impregnable,
Can u crucify the idea, the thought?
One’s terrorist will be some mother's rebel.
Activity n care for those who rot,
Will be the first to ring a bell…
Someone’s grief is no-concern to others,
He was just a child, who couldn’t run,
You can torture or burn,
But is a lamp going to make the sun?
What is it, which calls for blood?
I know there are issues, and so was the colour,
But somehow I believe, we had a victory to savour…
I am entangled in this labyrinth,
Want to clobber the foe,
fire bullets in his toe,
But what if you just can’t make the unseen bow?
Better now then never
Guess only love n virtue is gonna help us run over…
Only love n virtue...
