Two

Contents

Part one                                 –          Harvest of Tears

Part two                                  –      The Cannibals and White Dragons

Part   three                             -         Shattered Castle

Part 4                                     -         Food for the Vultures.

Part One

Harvest of Tears

(1960's)

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It was a bad year

And then

Another three bad years

The years of harvest of tears and sorrows

Outcry and lamentation

We thought it would be over

And then it continued

And continued

And never seemed to end.

Then on the outlook

We saw things

We could never have seen

And places

We could never have gone

And mountains

We could never have climbed

And the rivers

We could never have crossed

With many things we never thought to see.

The many awful and silent nights

Troubled morning

Sunny days and lonely evenings

Troubled mornings and cheerless noon's.

And the barracks became our home

Home for the many souls

Home for just few fortunate

Who only lived to tell it all.

Too young,

Too weak,

Too sad

To tell it.

The leftovers

Who were mostly children and women

The sons and daughters

The wives and mothers

The sisters and brothers

The toddlers and sucklers

The unborn

The fetus

Created for the war to take them

Even before they were born

Who never meet the world

Who died faceless

Miscarried

Aborted

Washed

Who never knew why

Who never asked why

They cried

They groped

In silent

In pains

For many nights

For the living

And for the flowers

Unseen

Which faded with the sun

In the heat of the lead exchange

Then…Then…Then …

In a whisper

A time shorter than a twinkling of an eye

Everything set to part

Everything falls apart

Rare and great  names are gone

And we don't know why

Beautiful ones

Handsome ones

Either raped

Or killed

In our very presence.

We the survivors

Never knew the pregnant of today

What it will give birth to

The next day

We were moving corpse

Who stood and watched

In our hidings

The going forth of these ones

To their early grave

And the soil had to make meal

 out of their kidneys and hearts

They are wasted like dirt's.

Faces that could never be seen again.

Frames that could never stand with flesh in them again.

These could have been avoided

We don't know why it happened

Blood spilled

In the runways and streets ,

Paths and deserts

The leaves and mountains were stained with blood

The bones of innocent children

And their mothers.

The unborn and the suckles.

Men died living widows

Widows and  children in tears,

In hunger,

In barracks ,

In footpaths,

In mountains,

In closed doors.

These bones were wailed upon,

But not gathered

They were not gathered

They were trampled upon

The bones of loved ones and good neighbors

Who became our greatest enemies

Our sons who became food for vulture

Who all died in our very eyes

And we buried them in roadways

With the metal nuts deep in their souls,

In their flesh

And their blood dried.

The silent fathers

The wailing mothers who see them

Go down to the silent cold grave

The world of the dead

Our sisters and virgin daughters

Who died young

Who died unproductive

Then our grandsons

Who became our sons

Because all our sons are gone

And our reproductive powers are gone.

The birds of the heaven screamed and screamed in confusion

In the midheavens,

Their places had been taken over by guns and bombs

And the earthly residents

The animals

Ran so wild

In confusion.

Their homes had been taken over by hiding soldiers.

We saw it from the beginning

In just a twinkling of an eye

Killing us without conscience

In the fight which was very fierce

And the slaughter great.

Seeing us gnash our teeth

In the midst of many losses

Losses of our loved ones

We bewailed them

Because we saw no man standing again

For long time unknown.

They became manure

On the surface of the earth

We saw them rot away in their numbers

They seemed not to be remembered

The healings for these would last for

A time and

Time and

Times unknown…