Our Unholy Grails
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Sathya Narayana
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How weird is world history,
mottled with battles and tragedy...
millions died with senseless fury!
Why at one tyrant's blithely writ
hordes run towards certain death?
Purging out blind faiths
when surged as mindless blitzes
how many lives went underneath,
cramming from core to the mantle
the mute bearer, Mother Earth!
We no longer drink sweet Adam's ale, O' friends!
Filled are our grails with our ancestors'
bitter blood and baleful tales!
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