From being pilloried on screens to being lynched on the streets
My identity gets examined, my loyalty tested as trust depletes
Under the cosh with brazen guises and flimsy causes
Christened as foreign and hostile, hiding to minimize the losses
Reign of horror reducing my definition to a victim
Proxy wars run on relentlessly horrid dictum
Rabid desolation to militant isolation
Carving divergent micros from the nation
Hidden in the shadows of fear and smoke of hate
I get swallowed by the clarion for a murderous fate
Lulled and flummoxed by a winning charade
As that formless executioner whets the merciless blade
Ruthlessly humanity gets bludgeoned in that overzealous heat
What it eats and burns is not animal flesh but lifeless human meat
Unimaginable exactions by the faceless enemy within
Extirpates the sacred fabric of my nation’s labyrinth
Inveigled into submission to don the yoke
My defiance to acquiesce brands me a treasonous bloke
But life has an uncanny obstinacy for survival
Every night of terror has to face a day-bound revival
My sanctuary can’t be defiled by the satanic minions
My indwelling light is unequalled by the Sun or even millions
Rumors of demise are grossly premature
My belief can’t be daunted by their nefarious overture
Scare mongering can’t split my conscience into cinders and embers
When have Prophets of doom finish their tale as history remembers
Battle if it has to be, I will fight for safekeeping peace
My blood thrives on sacrifice all it desires is a noble release
I was formed from clay baptized and hardened by fire
How can I be extinguished by fiends on hire
Scars are my trophies and pain a true enterprise
The anger that dreams to break me
Better brace up for a surprise
Martyrdom is the noblest attainment that can honor my sails
I live in faith and they try to mortar it with empty threats and hate mails
Every particle of this soil has been harvested with my blood and guts
They can’t expunge my presence by burning a few humble huts
Trample my path or mute my voice that’s distinct and diverse
No demonic design can injure even an atom of my universe
And lest they assume my modest silence as cowardly surrender
Demons of terror have often made that fatal blunder
A word of caution to that dormant sympathizer who cowers to act
Injustice and oppression consumes everything even the ones who spectate
The pyre from the sidelines may seem a distant reality
But time and destiny are no prisoners to mortality
What’s my hell today may become your prison tomorrow
Only love and compassion can cure suspicion and sorrow
Desist mutilating choices and stifling different voices
Life has to be forgiving as death doesn’t offer compromises
Grave is the final abode, the ultimate restitution
It levels the scales even the faux messiah of the Constitution
The present maxim of equality may be a victim of false promises
But our bloodied past implores to stand united against its nemesis
Maybe the victory parade isn’t for us to lead
But we can’t quit now in order for posterity to succeed
Hold fast my brethren; the trials have never been simple
We exist to be divinely tested; don’t succumb to an anomalous ripple…