For I am Death, the Destroyer
Of your world, the cremator
Of your happiness
Descending from above
In a chariot of iron and fire.
Tremble before me,
For your fate depends on me –
In the casual pressure of a trigger pull,
I can turn your world upside down.
Speak I but a word
And your life will be ashes
Or I can spare you today and move on by.
And there is nothing you can do or say
To change what I decide
Of who is to live today and who is to die.
In my Kevlar helmet, my plates of armour
I am the Knight of God,
I am the righteous wrath of Vengeance,
Tremble before me.
But underneath that armour, inside this uniform
There’s someone else – a boy crying
To be home with his parents,
To walk in the rain hand in hand
With his girl. A boy
Who only has the memory.
Underneath the armour is a boy who does not want to be here
A boy who is crying to be free
A boy sunk in terror and misery.
And he will not let me be.
I will drown that boy in your blood
In your people’s blood.
|"Liberation", watercolour on paper, copyright B Purkayastha, 2007|
Copyright B Purkayastha 2012