Wednesday, 25 April 2007

The Blood Ballad...

[Scene I]

There is a hidden bushy house
In valleys of the dark
Its door is closed but windows cast
With sudden flash and spark...

The sun never finds its way in
Just fearless look of owls
Villagers say, they've heard some cries
When wolves aloof play howls...

There are, however, rumors that
Some creatures do live here
People have seen some human shapes
But shadows were not clear...

Why no one dares to enter here?
Well, no one can explain
An unknown breeze of fear hovers
And shelters in this lane...


[Scene II]

A man is walking down this vale
Mister X is his name
He looks as if he strayed from route
From foreign land he came...

Knows not this place is forsaken
And takes some photographs
Some more shots would be well enough
On his Channel's behalf...

It's been a busy day for him
And neath a tree he rests
While writing notes in his diary
Before leaving this place...

He raises head at twilight sky
The sun is setting fast
An abrupt strike on back of head
Forced him to see sun's last...


[Scene III: Mister X]

I see nothing and where am I?
Why can't I move my hand?
I feel the tearing of my flesh
While being dragged on land...

The only sound left in my world
When other sounds are mute
Is breathing out and breathing in
Under these ruthless boots...

Oh! can you give me some water
One single drop I miss
Ah! Thank you for removing strap
But why I'm smelling piss?

God! Show some mercy, I'm human!
Don't hit me with your gun
Why I'm treated like animal
And tell me what I've done?

Some shapes I see moving in masks
I thought I was lone, but
There are others tied like me too
Perhaps I'll keep eyes shut...

Wish I were with my family
My wife, my children, two;
If I could see them one last time
This pain I could go through...

Slowly I'm dying from within
All views have disappeared
Is it called life or is it death
Or what I have most feared?


[Scene IV: Voices From The Masks]

We were humans like you too but
Our rights were disavowed
What we've been given for past years
To you shall be bestowed...

Starting with bombing, killing, rape
Sabotage, mayhem, treason
We've had enough of history
Now we need no more reason...

We care less 'bout your politics
You trespassed in our region
By our God we shall take your lives
You aren't of our religion...

Your countries will receive samples
Of your bodies, henceforth,
All of you will be exampled
And revenge be our oath...


[Scene V]

In this hidden and bushy house
Suddenly all sounds stopped
While some captives were shot in head
Some others had their chopped...


[Excerpt From Mister X's Diary]

" I've been here for only one month
Though seems I have passed ages
I feel I've known this place for long
While roaming these villages...

At first people won't talk to me
Some even closed their doors
But when convinced I mean no harm
I was quite well adored...

There are always some kids around
Jumping with youthful joy
When I give chocolates, smile and run
Just like my little boy...

I once talked to one old woman
She's eldest in this town
She talked to me of past glory
This place was well renowned...

"My old eyes aren't the same, stranger
But I've seen times of wealth"
She sighed "Now this place is like me
Quietly awaiting death"...

Sometimes I hear gunshots and bombs
And people quickly hide
I admit I get afraid too
Laws aren't here to abide...

Next week I will leave this country
But won't forget these places
Perhaps the world can do something
For these innocent faces...

I hope my mission proves for good
I feel for them in heart
May God bless all these people here..."
[And there he fell on dirt]...


[Scene VI]

There is a hidden bushy house
With flesh and bone in crud
It used to hide in darkest shade
But now the shade is blood...

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