Let Him Rise

Let him rise, on our sky let him rise

The Sun of Justice, burning wise!

From the peaks to the seas

From the east to the west

Let his rays touch each soul

Transform minds to the best

Every thought let him scrutinize

Let him rise, on our sky let him rise

The Sun of Justice, burning wise!

From politics to loving homes

The angel of darkness flies free

Causing battles and bloodshed

Hate runs on a lynching spree

Love of the nation its disguise

Let him rise, on our sky let him rise

The Sun of Justice, burning wise!

Oh, where is the valley heavenly,

Where daffodils loved to bloom?

Wailing cries are on every street

The lake is gulped by ghoul gloom!

Gift the children a joyful surprise

Let him rise, on our sky, let him rise

The Sun of Justice, burning wise!

Xavier Bage

Fri, April 27, 2018

Sister Summer's Gifts

 

Fire of the scorching summer

Singes every cell of my skin

The devil’s hell has drawn near

 Retribution of my bundled sin!

The Sun angrily glares above

Tortures me with thirst deep

At day it whips every pore

At night it spears my sleep!

Forgive me, O sister summer

It’s not a grumbling whine

 I know and am glad about it

Gifts You bring sweet and fine!

Jacks and mangoes are hanging

From the generous loving trees

We will slurp of your kindness

To our hearts content sans fees!

When you pack to wave farewell

To tour other lands for a year

Your gifts will remind of you

Help wait for summer cheer!

 

Xavier Bage

Mon, April 22, 2018

Kathua : The Rape and Murder Spot

The tender body lying lifeless

In the soulless piece of earth

Screaming to Indian citizenry

Is it ‘cause my faith or birth?

Her wounds and drops of blood

How could they fall on the mud?

She was worthy of angelic mirth!

 Oh! A child of eight was abducted

Raped, dragged, drugged, battered!

To such low how humans could fall!

All sensibility is crying shattered!

To those related with the thrones

Who carry cruelty to their bones

Only their lusty desires mattered!

A shame beyond all imagination

To shield the criminals, on street

They ride out lifting the nation’s flag

Brazen chests, our sad eyes meet

Scream, in the voice loudest of all

O innocent blood, let heavens fall,

Let it crush bigotry in ivory seat!

Is it national pride to violate a child?

Is it patriotism the lowly to degrade?

Did any of heavenly gods desire it?

Has this any of holy sages ever bade?

No, it was cancer that within flowed

Dormant in blood at moments showed

Has burst under hateful mind’s shade!

( Image credit:Pixabay. The image is not of the victim. I chose this image because the victim was probably as old as this child)

Xavier Bage

Tues, April 17, 2018

Create the Right Noise

 

Create the right noise

Strike the right posture

This is the secret of success

A political life to nurture!

Incite religious division

Rake up social pollution

Waken the hidden fears

Your dear power to secure!

For nation’s chronic pain

Singing an accusing refrain

Point finger at opponents

Even for your present failure!

From the masters  must learn

Alluring slogans  must churn

Cliché or 'jumla' they may be

They’re magic spells to conjure!

Buy the press, enslave TeeVee

They create your persona to see

It’s they who turn mind currents

To make or break your future!

Xavier Bage

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Violent Childhood

 

O Ma, O Ma, turn your gaze to the road

Chaste Childhood is brandishing a sword!

Who has turned the angels into demons?

How we fell to such shaming sorrow?

If today brings violence and bloodshed

How bitter will be tears of tomorrow!

In every street behold rape of accord

Chaste Childhood is brandishing a sword!

Who has stalked the fire of hatred?

It seems a rioting run of religiosity

With flags of gods fluttering in hands

Hell is raising its horns amid humanity

Among loving hearts it sends its horde

Chaste childhood is brandishing a sword!

Democracy weeps as demonocracy roars

It is the feast of foolish franchise!

When the Beast is on the seat of power

Won’t he prise his kingdom to rise?

He compels children his ship to board

Chaste childhood is brandishing a sword!

Xavier Bage

Wed, April 11, 2018