“Are we at war?”, the child in me inquired,
amid the sporadic claps of gunfire
coming from all over this land of dreams,
still oozing blood from her wounds, left unhealed.
So it seems, the child is too young to know,
that an election looms over the land
and this bloodshed is nothing but the way
the power-mongers here are accustomed
to convince us to cast our precious votes
for them, in the name of democracy!
When shall we overcome our cowardice
and say that we have had enough of this?
“The end is nigh”, sadly claimed the Oracle
but our silence said that we did not care at all.