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Khaki Victory
Rock and war
The night of ruins rolls over
The golden dawn illuminates the spoils of war.
My village was raided
By bands of armed militia_
Life will never be the same again
Chaos reigned
‘Cos silence and symmetry
Were not there
Long jagged wave trains
Disturbs the space:
Gun blasts closely followed by loud cries
Jerking rifles followed by crumbling lives
Among the sights and sounds
I couldn't tell which one
Was my mother Or my sister
Perhaps, a geologist
Cannot Pick a gem
From hot crimson lava
And I mourn
For the rock_
A symbol for my loved ones_
Melts
It is the aftermath of the war
My life will never be the same again.
I am called soldier boy
But I call myself music box.
Khaki shorts underneath
A twofold cord around my head
As if my skull would blow apart
Fingers clutch the shaft of a rifle
Veins bulge across scarred arms
Adhering to skin
Like strings adhering to the fret
Of an electric guitar
Eardrums strained
By deafening blasts of land mines
And thunderous roars
From machine guns
Its membrane collapses
Into a myriad of thin
And taut parallel cords
The ear bones evolve into frets;
The Eustachian tube becomes the sounding board
Acoustic nerve resolves to interpret
Every impulse within
The realm of sound
To music of high pitch, blistering intensity
Blending rhythm and instantaneous duration
Altogether Psyche awakens to the reality
In which noises don't exist
The stage is set:
I and the members of my band
Are living the dream
With our inspiring performance
We illuminate the fans
And they radiate like embers
Beside me is the techno queen
She puts up the mix
And the locals ascend on cloud nine
Beside her is the guitarist
He strings the thrilling piece
And the crowd ignites
I blasted the vocals,
And rolled the chime
This emerged from my being
Like a volcano
It had an extraordinary quality
A strong pitch and a sharp sting
…the audience was riveted
But this is a dream
Superimposed onto my reality
It disperses in the sun_
…the drummer throws his final strike
The atmosphere of gun blasts
Surrounds the battle field …
Among my valiant comrades
My neck cranes forward
Arm strokes rifle _
finger plucks trigger_
The last militant crumbles
Another high-pitched note erupts into the air
To accompany the symphony...
Behind us
The kings men sing the war song:
The seven musketeers… Ai! Ai!!
They're moving once again… Ai! Ai!!
It's not as was before…Ai! Ai!!
They're giving you some more… Ai! Ai!!
Their poise will never end….. Ai! Ai!!
The victory cloud descends…Ai! Ai!!
Once, these were spoils of war……..Ai! Ai!!
…the ravaged in Darfur….Ai! Ai!!
…………………………………………………….
It's the aftermath of the victory...
Life will never be the same again
I was once called soldier boy
I earned my freedom
Because I lived up to that name
But now and always
I shall be called music box
it was what I wanted to be
When I was free…
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