Civilized
Civilized
Lo! There came,
The old wretched dame,
Wandering in the valley,
And on the hill,
Till she is tired
And still.
No fancy fawn,
And no Lucy Gray,
Her wretched looks
Have a lot to say.
Her hoary locks
Flatter in the air
Her haggard eyes
Full of tears
Her wrinkled face,
Ghostly pale,
Alas! She tells
Ironical tale.
There was my home
By that tree
We lived together
All the three,
My son, my daughter,
And myself,
There was my bed,
And there a big shelf
Smiles and chuckles
and big laughter,
my daughter there played,
and son ran faster.
The birds chirped there
And still chirp,
Flowers opened there
And still open,
Breeze blow there
Sweet and cool,
Yes it is still,
So sweet and cool,
On a pleasant morning,
A mob came there,
They all civilized
Who knows from where?
Perhaps from the valley beneath,
Their memory make me out of breath,
They were civilized?
Perhaps little civilized.
They lynched my son,
And burnt my home,
And kidnapped my daughter too,
For sake of their religion,
And for their creed,
Thinking it,
as a holy deed,
but I think, they all war mongers,
full of lust and greed,
least civilized,
That sense they need.
They could not kill me,
But, Am I alive?
Each morning I died,
Countless deaths,
To whole of the world,
So indifferent,
No tears, no cries,
No chuckles and no smiles,
For whom should I wake?
For whom should I lie?
For whom should I live?
For whom should I die?
Hither and thither,
In the valley and on the hill.
I do wander, carrying my body,
A heavy load on my soul,
I am no more alive,
But a wandering ghost,
Before the earth,
Unearth its womb,
Volcano erupts
And tyranny twists,
Before I am used,
As a human bomb,
By some terrorists,
May it rain, and heavily rain,
And some big billow,
May take me away,
Deep and deep,
Deep in the sea,
As I am tired, have no more to say,
So it may put me to an end,
and I may rest,
Rest for ever, that may be best,
Oh! Civilization,
Shamest thou art,
It is the way?
Thou harmonizes,
Heart to heart?
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