You demand that I should go away
That I should not exist
That my past, my present, my future
Cease to be.
You say this
The invader at the gate
The monster at the door
Who has taken my home my hearth
And claimed it for your own.
You say I do not exist
While claiming I deny your right to exist.
I
With my slings, my stones
Against your walls and your tanks
Your bombs and shells
Your cameras and your
Paid propaganda.
My history against your myths.
My blood against your iron.
Very well. I have life
While you have death
As your stock in trade.
Here I stand, stone in hand
Against your metal treads
Your 120mm gun
Your armour of ceramic and steel.
David versus Goliath, did you say?
We will see who's left standing
At the close of day.
~ Copyright B Purkayastha 2014
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