Divine Vengeance

By Haroon Imran

They march across the strife-torn land
Flags of saffron in their hands
Sword, sickle, trident and all
They're here to answer hatred's call

And soon to turn this place to hell
The flags of green are here as well
Murder, kill, decapitate
Keep alive, that fire of hate

So unashamed, so unabashed
Foetuses ripped, throats slashed
Catacombs, they line the earth
Death, it terminates its worth

Rabble-rousers rule The Nation
No dream,no hope for salvation
Politics on the stone-age mind
Yes, vengeance can be divine!

�Haroon Imran 2003
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