Poetry (English)

Saffron Masks

Your masks are falling down.
The paint is peeling off.
The saffron colour you used to hide
Your hideous inhuman desires
Behold is turning red,
Revealing your sick grim face
Smeared stained bespattered
With millions’ innocent blood.

Babies wrapped in white cloth
Beneath the palm trees,
Under your feet you crush them
Oh so mercilessly.
You swim in pools of blood.
How will you rinse it off your hands?
Oh butcherers of humanity
What is your vaulting ambition?

Smoke has filled the gardens,
Bodies float in black streams.
Random lines on a piece of paper
Daily change our identities.
Who are the purple hands to
Decide our name our place our fate?
Don’t you try to suppress us,
We stand together against you oh hypocrites.

© Muntazzir
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