Tally Ho…! (Senseless War..Pakistan Specific)

The holy ones, their scepters and orbs The unholy ones plush in their jobs Insanely oblivious of what they gob Where they tread and whom they rob Scraggly beards and impeccable crease But two sides of a well knit sleaze A jacket is spirited a grenade is thrown For good measures sake a shop is blown Who gets blown is a matter o chance Unwittingly caught in a deathly romance A buck is passed a palm is greased In a back of beyond a grave is leased The brimming jehadi has lost his fuse Crossing his mind is a handy ruse He thinks of the father who’d cut him loose Praying five times amid gander an goose The gnats and drones silently cruised In the big mens capital an ego is bruised On a far far hill, amid pomp and glow Wisdom an wine too amply flow John is destined for a better slot Salman and seema are left to rot Serene Swat was a stones throw a million miles now fly’s the crow Teenage widow with daughter in tow Has nil but venom an hatred to sow Imploring the clutches to let her go Vainly searching for friend or foe Every few miles its another post Fatigued jawan or turbaned ghost Shes all alone in a zero sum game Their searching eyes, know no name Her eyes the envy of a yearling doe fixed on the spikes of a broken hoe Milkman’s toddler hobbles to school Precariously perches on a broken stool Blearily surveys the dangling board Through jagged hole, sees the hoard Bomb it out the burly one says Raising his hand the leader stays Too late for her, a packet is thrown She an the stool, to bits are blown Chuck chuck chuck the chopper whirs Violating the stoeic and age old firs Not far from the rag doll another boom Shrieks of an old one from the room Outside in the dust is a writhing goat Bleating an wrenching in blood afloat A rocket has landed near the hoard Unleashing the anger of its deadly load The rags below and the flattened huts fluttering greens amid smoldering butts Fleetingly remembers his father’s lawn Where maulvi sahib taught him Quran His heart swells with “God is great” Amid crackle an static barks his mate The wingman grimaces, bites his lip Shakes his head an remembers the whip Whooa! got em, the leadman shouts Extremos are a bunch of filthy louts Bingo! Concurs his mate on the line To base then? ...sir, you did just fine Damn! Look to your rt, burnt out pine Something their continues to shine Huh! The leadman mumbles an jowls Looks askance, shudders an howls Lock on…lock on…, hell I’m done In a devlish dance no medals are won Oh lord my tail it’s the mullahs SAM Not a devils chance, its thud and wham He fell to the ground in a zillion bits Wing mate stunned and out’a his wits God! what shall I tell his mourning wife How he was killed? in who’s strife? He trudges to the door to ring the bell Gathers up courage to sound the Knell Deafening Silence, searching gaze The cables gyrations lost in a haze She dropped her apple, drained of life Last she saw was the glint of her knife (Islamabad) (April 08,2009)