Free Them O' God!

Poem By NAYANIKA DEY

Free them O' God!
For, the wind is spewed with ashes of hatred,
The bilboes that wait to bangle the innocents,
Hauling them down the barbed streets,
And caging them up, to blaze in iron aviaries.

Free them, O' God!
For the ocean is not thirsty any more,
It is full till its gullet, quaffing in pints the viscous gore,
Sluicing out from the naive skulls,
And from the distressed hems of their hearts.

Free them O' God!
For the sod is no longer bleak,
It has drenched itself in the guileless claret,
Flushing out from their green dead ingenuous veins,
And sloshing about under its skin.

Free them O' God!
For the day doesn't know, for whom to wake up,
When merry-go-rounds and slippery slopes,
Are becoming the roller coaster rides to deaths,
And the juvenile paper crowns breed orphans.

Free them O' God!
For even the night hasn't slept for years,
The sounds of tormented voices, in the lap of gunshots,
Are hovering and echoing in its ears,
Making it stone deaf in every midget of seconds.

Free them O' God!
Free them all!
Free your pure and guiltless mortals,
What sins have they sowed?
That you are making them plough for!

~Nayanika Dey
Copyright ©: 1 May,2017

Comments about Free Them O' God!

And do you know what God... your god would reply...had I been given the power to say.... O child you alone are my representative...on Mommy Earth... take care... I gave you a brain... use it. I am well over burdened with all you send up here... straightening and strengthening them... for a second innings... may be you may meet them... train them well with all your experience....before you send them again... Tell them to use their brain...full brain..more than half of them come here totally with their unused brain...O CHILD HELP ME... I as your god pray... you are my child! USE YOUR FULL BRAINS...
Free them o God. your cry against all the injustices against humanity in war, terror, , is heard high in heaven dear poetess. genova
Free them O' God! For the day doesn't know, for whom to wake up, When merry-go-rounds and slippery slopes, Are becoming the roller coaster rides to deaths, And the juvenile paper crowns breed orphans. _____A very poignant and powerful write about our troubled earth, thanks for sharing.
ocean is not thirsty anymore, good one


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