The Killing

I wrote this poem a very long time back. As I write these words I begin to question them. How may I attribute this authorship; Isn’t this piece getting ‘rewritten’ with days, hours, seconds and minutes? I am not sure; I do not understand. Irrespective, let us get back to what I was saying.

I wrote this poem a very long time back. In the present context it takes a strange hue which I did not foresee. The pen indeed is dangerous. Possibly such events are not new; it is or it is not, it is certainly not something which can be resolved by playing the blame game which many of us somehow like to indulge in; whether we are political or we are not. If we are not walking towards a resolution then why are we walking?

In any case, I somehow have mixed feelings for self-censorship and so I share this piece even though I cannot recognise it anymore.

The Killing

Do you still hear the dreadful wails?
That night they led her out as her calves watched,
She was silent for she knew
That time had come to milk the green pastures.

“Thud!” Down came the axe upon her head,
Splattered blood on the walls,
Struggled her limbs for the last breath of life,
But where was it to come from?

Some quipped that it was painless,
Others resigned to the greater good,
My eyes saw it and yet I was blind,
That fateful night when a mother died.

They relished the meat for days to come,
And when they were done,
I saw them gather around the pen,
For yet remained the calves.

Do you still hear the dreadful wails?
That day they led him out as his children watched,
He was silent for he knew
That time had come to reap the harvest of debts.

“Imbecile!” pronounced the council that day,
Burdening him for life and more,
He begged for mercy from door to door,
But where was it to come from?

Some quipped that his pains were over,
Others resigned to the nature of life,
My eyes saw it and yet I was blind,
That fateful day when a father died.

They ravished the spoils for days to come,
And when they were done,
I saw them gather around the farms,
For yet remained the children.

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