I ASK THEE...

Wrote this poem in my college event,Pendemonium 2008. This one got placed third.

I Ask Thee…

Another son…
Another child of yours
Went to sleep tonight
Never again he rose,
A warm bullet filling his weary heart
In a foreign land from a foreign hand
His breath had come to close.

The man atop the white house though
Another child of yours…(I suppose so!)
Has the right to mount death after death
The reason he can give at best,
You kill them or they kill you next!
And so his soldiers to hell they throng
It’s not their’s to question right or wrong!
To the motherland their souls belong.

One day when these sons of your’s
Come and knock at your doors
With pleading eyes and open arms
When they fall to their knees
And cry, I ASK THEE!
What will you utter then?

What will you say ask when they
What ends did my death make meet?
How many more of my brothers will too,
Breathe their last without a name?
I ask thee, why this game?
Where I play to live,
And the king lives to play?

I ask thee! Why today I feel,
For what did we so sweat and bleed?
To make our children live happy and free?
To make my home safe, in peace?
Or…Just to tame the Devil’s greed?

-Supro.