Cold-blooded Politics


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For you, it’s like a ball,

You strike and throw it to others’ field and then wait for the strike back.

It is a football game between few world powers.

‘Oh well, it’s political’, you would say.

‘We have nothing personal in it’, I hear you add!

But all those beings, losing lives,

The mothers who lost their children,

The kids who lost their teddy bears and Moms,

The blood!

The tears!

The wounds!

The cries!

Destroyed Humanity!

Don’t you look at it?????

But aaaah why would you?? Why should you??

Because you are right…It is Actually, NOT PERSONAL!

Ooooh no, not at all!

Those dead children and mothers who are rendered childless,

Those lost kids sans their teddy bears and Moms

They do not belong to you.

IT IS NOT PERSONAL…you are right. IT IS MERE POLITICS…Cold-blooded, Fucking Politics!


Your “Heavens” and Our “Hells”

The world, the way it is suffering now, is not because of the people, it is because of the select few, the Gods of the world who have brought it to where it is. Confusion, hatred, divisions, insanity, chaos, blood, loss, suffering the talk of you and I and yours and ours.

It is not us, it is these handful few, the Gods of the earth, the leaders…

Those who create evil, as and when require

And then, set to destroy it when, no more needed….

 And hence

Ooooo the leaders of the world

You, who choose to wage wars

Monger hate

And shed blood

Here is a suggestion to you

End war!


Build walls around your “heavens”

High and tough!

secure your “heavens”, forever.

Let us burn in our “hells”

Divided we are, already!

Borders, visas, travel restrictions.

We the refugees, asylum seekers, students

Immigrants, the third worlders.

Oooo the leaders of the world

Build your walls high and don’t let us enter

Secure your “heavens”, forever.


We will deal with our “hells”, on our own!