The Dragon Slayer

The fire breathing heathen wretch Consuming all and raging stretch Endless tyranny and grievous burdens Drubbing an rubbing oblivious wardens Horizon to horizon its gory spread Laid waste swath dreary and dread Time of Bavarian castles is no more Wherefore shalt then stem the gore Amidst the lingering ravaged bots Outstretched unending an empty pots In burnt out smoldering hulks cowering an some life still sulks Whose help shall we invoke? For it shall enhance an provoke Bush fires rage, the dragon reeks Through its teeth, convincingly speaks Scourges of my times, a point of moot Trampled under armour and the boot Creeks that did with verdance dwell Gnashed bloated corpses now swell No knights in shining armour, walk Few the braves an most that balk Plowshares wretchedly turned to wares Sadder truth that none stands, cares Cankers now swell, ravishing innards Extol impotence the puny placards Whose help shall we invoke? For it shall enhance an provoke (Islamabad) (April 30,2009)