The year 1948 remains a pivotal chapter in international law in South Asian history. While the partition of the subcontinent was meant to settle te
“Maniac Messiahs†A poem by Dr. Stephen Gill.
Car bombs, mobility,
might and brutality
have become the toys of robots.
They know how and when
to free their unfed tigers
from the cages of depravity
to rape technology,
humanity and stifle democracy.
With knowledge
easy money and weight
they become maniac messiahs
to snuff out the flickers of the inner blaze.
Breathing the stink
of the ferocity for pastime
they still the nightingale of freedoms
uprooting the tree where she sings.
They cannot perceive
welcoming doors.
Shafts of steel
encased in the tomb of the corpses
warble in the smoky bar of their self-glory,
dig ditches for wastes
and agony
with paralyzing fear
to mangle mothers
and wives.
With the pump of gruesomeness
they fill their balloons
continuously evolving
to unexpected heights.
They do not see
opening to the sky
as does a butterfly.
They lead governments
for more road blocks
metal detectors
bomb sniffing dogs
and fresh looks at newcomers.
Their pleasures shape public opinions
to accept unhappily
increased police powers
surveillance cameras
and electronic screening.
Their relentless pursuits
to grab the crown of chaos
swim political pendulums
to promote quick deportation
and wiretapping.
Their brutal feuds
against freedoms and fidelity
compel regimes to extend
detention and easy arrests.
Patrons of carnage
would smuggle plutonium
to hold the world as hostage
to rank the previous sins
as pinpricks.
In the plutonium trade
where more money can be made
thefts are more likely
by these dukes of futility.
Afraid of falling or crawling
they move with crutches.
In the wilderness of their anarchistic gospel
they prepare terror
with the weeds of ignorance
in the shattered pot of conceit.
Citizens of peace
robots cannot be controlled
from the basement of any nation.
Lament from the top of your shelters
because your freedoms
cannot be assured
even by the mightiest armies.
===========================
might and brutality
have become the toys of robots.
They know how and when
to free their unfed tigers
from the cages of depravity
to rape technology,
humanity and stifle democracy.
With knowledge
easy money and weight
they become maniac messiahs
to snuff out the flickers of the inner blaze.
Breathing the stink
of the ferocity for pastime
they still the nightingale of freedoms
uprooting the tree where she sings.
They cannot perceive
welcoming doors.
Shafts of steel
encased in the tomb of the corpses
warble in the smoky bar of their self-glory,
dig ditches for wastes
and agony
with paralyzing fear
to mangle mothers
and wives.
With the pump of gruesomeness
they fill their balloons
continuously evolving
to unexpected heights.
They do not see
opening to the sky
as does a butterfly.
They lead governments
for more road blocks
metal detectors
bomb sniffing dogs
and fresh looks at newcomers.
Their pleasures shape public opinions
to accept unhappily
increased police powers
surveillance cameras
and electronic screening.
Their relentless pursuits
to grab the crown of chaos
swim political pendulums
to promote quick deportation
and wiretapping.
Their brutal feuds
against freedoms and fidelity
compel regimes to extend
detention and easy arrests.
Patrons of carnage
would smuggle plutonium
to hold the world as hostage
to rank the previous sins
as pinpricks.
In the plutonium trade
where more money can be made
thefts are more likely
by these dukes of futility.
Afraid of falling or crawling
they move with crutches.
In the wilderness of their anarchistic gospel
they prepare terror
with the weeds of ignorance
in the shattered pot of conceit.
Citizens of peace
robots cannot be controlled
from the basement of any nation.
Lament from the top of your shelters
because your freedoms
cannot be assured
even by the mightiest armies.
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