by Dr M C Gupta
Angels curse those who drop bombs in the desert.
A steel kite’s roar in the sky
Attracts some little children
Playing in the desert sand.
By the “kite” they’re beholden.
A motley cloud of ill-clad
Children there at once gathers
‘Look, mom, what a shining kite!’
They point out to their mothers.
Suddenly from it drop bombs
In a vile war on terror!
Innocent children are hit,
Their lives are gone forever.
Heaven’s angels come and search
For souls of the earth’s angels.
Such shameless killing revolts.
Them, this scene, truly angers.
As they carry tender souls
They pronounce a hellish curse:
‘Murderers, we’ll bring on you
One day mayhem in reverse’.
• Written in abcb 7-7-7-7 format
• Initially written as entry 382255 in the book "WAR POETRY--award winner" , “WAR POETRY--award winner". Posted as the present static item on 23 August 2008.
M C Gupta
27 October 2005