BATTLE FRONT

We wanted democracy
but got bullets instead Mr. dictator.
Your men trained guns on us,
triggered them relentlessly
like fire-flies our people
fell on the battle front with burnt wings
your tanks mowed us down
and crushed many to
death
your bombs rained fire on
us incessantly
your men thru grenades at
us causing innumerable
mortalities.
Our steely nerves withstood
your round the clock offensive
we bared our chests to
your fire-spitting games
such was our steely resolve,
vigour and might
giving you a fitting
reply.
You lost one of your wives
son and relatives
confidents deserted you
sought asylum abroad
your fortress partially battered
still, you red ant
you inebriated frog, with bellyfull
of muddied water jump to
the middle of the road
challenging the speeding vehicle,
you megalomaniac,
you the suicide-maniac
challenged the might of our
people
you suffered setbacks one after
another
stuck like a
leech to the throne
cooly played chess with
a foreigner inside your palace
like the fiddling Nero
when the country was burning
mind you,
we are closing in on you
Mr. dictator
your ruthless games are going to be
over
ultimately the victory is ours
until there, we won’t take rest
you ruthless dictator.