Their lies
Fall like rain
On the villages and forests
The deserts and the rivers
The cities and the mountains
Fall on him and her and me and you.
And in the falling
The lies change to blood and fire
Into poison dew.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2021
Friday, 10 December 2021
Tuesday, 7 December 2021
Oyster Harbour Day
Dear World, it is better to start WWIII than let this happen again!
(Yes, I'm making fun of Amerikastanis' "intelligence". No, I don't care if your grandfather was sunk to death at Pearl Harbour. You've lost the right to sympathy on any point whatsoever.)
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