Arise
O sleepy Davids
Attack
Them lumbering giants
The world is crushed to splinters
Goliaths are running blind
The Gaia’s sobbing softly
Her sons have ears of wood
Time has come, when the rising sun
Must rouse the neighbourhood
So raise yourselves an army
And march against them all
Flesh and bones and five smooth stones
To make the enemy fall
Flesh and bones and five smooth stones
To make the enemy fall
7 comments:
Beautiful, as usual :-) The rhythm is perfect. Love the repetition in the last two lines. Smooth.
an angry voice on the blog wind that is good to hear
i can see a clear revolution here. very nicely written revolution. and my rest of the comment goes like this...
shabdon ki taareef shabdon se mumkin kahan,
kalam ko talwar bante dekha har bagavat mein yahan.
I loved it.
Paint and poetry.You are doing pretty good buddy.
Like books & coffee or guitar & motorcycle.
Like the poem!
Word Worth: You think so? Thanks!
CJ: Yeah, the world does need more of constructive anger, I think.
Vivek: Apke hausla bhare shabdon ke liye shukriya, sirji.
Elf: Thanx, deah Elfie!
B.C.: The credit for getting started with painting goes to you buddy, y'know that.
The theme is interesting, I will take part in discussion.
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