Is it a Life?

Each day kills a part of me

Fag end of life seems hardest

Lofted egos are in play

At the cost of motherland

Personal vendetta is being played

At the cost of fair play

Each day kills a part of me

Human rights are being trampled

Mothers and daughters being molested

When injustice is unabated

Highhandedness is in abundance

Exploitation at its peak

Each day kills a part of me

If I express, I am a traitor

If I don’t, I burn from inside

Each day a battle rages inside me

As I cannot tolerate crimes against humanity

Each day kills a part of me

65 & 71 wars marred my childhood

Dismemberment was a crushing blow

Youth saw finale of Cold War

Scars became wounds

Enjoyed soldiering and gentlemanship

Felt proud of mother organisation

Each day kills a part of me

Middle age fought against terrorism

Had narrow misses of life

Perpetual anguish left festering wounds

Still on the whole life was good, but now

Each day kills a part of me

Pride of completion of service ruined

As fragile systems frayed so fast

Might ruled and morality decayed

Every morning takes to farther low

Each day kills a part of me

Staying quiet seems safe

But it’s agonising and frustrating

Saying one is damned not saying is doomed

Each day kills a part of me

Dark clouds are on the horizon

Those who have resources are fleeing

Those who have power are unmoved

Wish we don’t see the day, that

Those who stayed back envy

Those who fled

Each day kills a part of me