#capitalpunishment
They lead her out in irons
Like butchers lead a sheep
The screaming of the sirens
Awakes the town from sleep
On one arm walks an elder
On the opposite a priest
Behind, an executioner
His eyes raised to the east
Is this not what He wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as Our Father promised
We'll see His enemy die
Around the grim procession
The people come in crowds
To see the wrathful session
Beneath the darkening clouds
Awaiting her arrival
At a place arrayed with skulls
For the sake of their survival
The congregation culls
Is this not what we wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as Our Father promised
We'll see our enemy die
They hold her in position
Her face against a wall
Expecting some contrition
Expecting her to stall
But though her eyes show terror
They also show resolve
No apology for error
No need to be absolved
Is this not all they wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as my father promised
They'll see his enemy die
His weapon at the ready
The headsman heaves a sigh
A lengthy hesitation
That makes her wonder why
She glances past her shoulder
At the killer in his place
And suddenly goes cold
As she sees her father's face
Is this not what you wanted?
On Earth as in the sky
Just as your Father promised
You'll see the enemy die
[Her] Coward!
[Executioner] *******
[Elders] Demon ****
[Crowd] **** **** ****
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The old man holds a grimace
And tightly shuts his eyes
His soul he sees as sinless
As fast his weapon flies
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 7:25 PM UTC
Maybe the Prisoner was Already Dead
“...he stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle on the path.”
-George Orwell, “A Hanging”
Evening. Maybe he was already dead
Dead long before the State boys strapped him down
And a functionary started an I.V. drip
Left arm? Or right? In a cinder-block room
Fluorescent lights
With windowed faces posted on both sides
Testaments to the protocols of death
The liturgy of falling away because
He and the lads murdered a helpless man
Fluorescent lights
He breathed. And then he didn’t. His bowels let go
And did they put a Band-Aid on the wound?
Fluorescent lights
But now
Let’s go outside and feel the wind
We live
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Hand me the holiest of swords
make it sharp and full of zeal
make it righteous make it real
death and justice, deal
Surgical and precise
sending souls to hell
demons and imps too feel
cold hard and holy steel
Don't hand me down your PC
reforming devil spawn
cut the head from oft the beast
and too the next
move
on
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
I’m not a higher caste-class-Hindu-male,
I cannot be a mute spectator
with a censored mouth and
I don’t want to be a part of a
********* history
that plucked eyes, chopped limbs
and slashed throats.
I want to tell my tomorrows that
I believed in tolerance, patience
And human rights.
Now that makes me a rebel,
An anti-national, a threat!
That’s reason one- I’m disqualified.
Tell me the meaning of life, justice
and freedom my brother
We were the promises of Independence,
The revolution that taught the world-
Ahimsa.
I don’t like vegetables, orange-vegetables
my land exported
and we got back bananas from
the celebrated republics.
The meatless days left me hungry
I decided to fast, I got jailed
And I know someday these man-eaters
Would hang me.
I don’t speak Hindi, I have no money
I dared to educate and I’m a girl
Now that makes me disqualified.
I need a moral certificate, approval
and a stamp
Just because I have men friends,
I wore lipstick and jeans and I danced.
I’ve to pay a fine, apologize
and spill tears
Because I proclaimed myself a feminist,
A thinker, a dreamer.
Dear society, let me add some more,
I bunked all my moral education classes,
I’m an atheist and a post-modern
Daughter.
I’ve friends- **** hetero and bisexuals
And I eat beef, lamb and pork.
I’ve a tan skin, a flat nose, tiny *******
and a beer belly
I laugh loud, cry and yell at times
And I know there are people out there
Who wants to throw stones, cut my-
body parts and exhibit my remains in a museum,
They need to execute this handicapped
Because she asked too many questions.
Don’t offer me your chocolate-justice
to be denied the next appropriate minute
‘Right’ can never be a synonym to ‘legal’.
So that makes a wrong-carriage
or abortion.
I know I’m disqualified
Now it’s time for the execution,
Hang this heretic!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Gloominess all around me
I could see no light
The pain is ruling, tears are flooding
I know there is no way I can fight.
I scream, I cry, I hit the walls
but all I get is woe
I curse my fate, sit in disgrace
having nothing to do.
They dragged me in this ocean of chaos
blaming me that I committed a crime
Now I can do nothing
except to sit and hymn
They smashed my face real hard
and thwacked my jaw
They made me naked on those frigid nights
for breaking their law.
They tortured me all night long
just to make me accept the sin
I had no any alternatives left
except to agree and lean.
I had no evidence of being innocent
So I accepted the crime
For I could not bear the grief
that they gave me every time.
Now, I am waiting for that day to come
when the ropes embrace my neck
I will then fly freely in the air
with no pains to take.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC