| namit kiran-thuene |
Posted
on 23-Feb-01 12:58 PM
The Killing Field
Bring out your spades
your forklifts, your sticks
Maybe the semiautomatics
Oh, just bring out those poison tongues
Dear friends,
This is your Killing Field
Defend your honor
Defend the golden thorn you sit on
Or, why don’t you just be honest
Dear friends,
Just defend your folly – to the fullest
We gab and gab
And yak and yak
Gibberish -
and maybe - just maybe
Sometimes - sometimes
Some wise thoughts
Again my dear friends,
This is the Killing Field
Just bring out your folly
Defend those honorable idiocy
Just get that poison tongue
Wagging –
Yak Yak Yak
Yak Yak Yak
Till the slumber takes hold
Till the last head rolls
Just Yak Yak Yak
And some more Yaks
This is your Kuruchetra
Your Killingfield
Human folly
Just Yak and Yak
And some more Yaks
Till the slumber takes hold
Till the last head rolls.
Namita(sometime in February, 2001)
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