Nepal Bandh

Recall this shell-shocked face?
went mortally embarrassed today
hope's taken a thundering smack down,
As this city of five-fold million woke up
a ruthless mob of five-fold hundred cracked down,
held hostage to this city of lost souls,
their blades sharpened with our cowardice,
their seething passion fueled from our hollow despairs.

As this sheep wanders aimlessly
down the bare streets of Kathmandu
am left red faced by her nakedness,
spikes after spikes of anguish shoot up,
as herds of poker faced zombies march past about,
fear imprinted on their drained faces
stamped by a mere couple hundred wolf pack.

The age of the wolves has finally arrived
ruthless rulers of a kingdom of a million sheep
a land where dues are paid with fear
where despair is the only currency.

Us, 'poor, waylaid' sheep
what will is there left to rise?
or do we bend again to the flutes of these mad pipers,
while them wolves lick
our fear off their paws
do we sheep slowly march to their tunes
onto a cliff and the abyss beyond...

Perhaps some God will pity us,
perhaps.
Perhaps, God is just one of us cowards
perhaps.
till then, here's to remember us by,
a bloody long line of placid, little
fear-struck sheep
of five-fold million.

Source: DIE Nepal Bandh DIE group on facebook. Click here to join it.