Wars of Silence
I command histrionics
of a sort invoking elements, fire, sky
and nature. Histrionics of forgetting,
not forgiving. Ballot papers in the eye
of voters. Political stance of unbecoming
not being. Shallow histrionics of bullets and
bruises. I command histrionics, water and fire
play together, in dalliance the ethereal.
Bomb their guts out fire play of the devil.
Histrionics in the acting out in life.
Not on plastic stages, where people only resemble.
Archetypes of disenchanting reality.
My histrionics is word, speech, gesture volatile
crackers at play. Living. Crackling.
Dumbfounded we listen to wars of silence. Histrionics
of death, living, murdering and media reporting.
Live long the strongest, the weak have no options but
to wipe them off their feet.
Wars of silence, continue
Ananya S Guha