Monday, February 10, 2014

Anarchy's War Cry

Anarchy is their war-cry
as they fly on brooms
across the length and breadth
of a city reeking in still waters.
Fattened by lies
they wear hides
that buffaloes would
feel the heat in.
their shoes are torn
filled with stones
of various shapes and sizes.

As they sew the seams
of banters borrowed
from rag pickers.
You can find one
of them at the street corners
luring you in their house
to fill their coffers.
They bear false witnesses
to play Chinese whispers
cornering castles
they eyed
as they aim on their target
placing the gun
on shoulders
that can't stoop
any lower.

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