The Red Welfare

By Saket Kashyap

See the Red hats,

See the Red faces,

See the Red walls,

See the Red streets,

See the Red sewers,

See the Red colonise,

See the Red cities,

See the Red provinces,

See the Red nation,

In the end

See the Red eyes.

They are not coloured;

They are painted

With the Red blood

Of the Red comrades

Of the Red nation

By her Red soldier

On the orders of the

Red Supreme leader.

The Red blood in the hats

Is the blood that just came out of head.

The Red blood on the faces

Is the anger of an empty stomach.

The Red blood in the sewers

Is the speeches flowed during the movement.

The Red blood on the walls

Is the pamphlet of promises made of welfare.

The Red blood in the streets

Is the affection of mothers, who demanded food for children.

The Red blood in the cities

Is the fear of children, when their parents were being

persecuted.

The Red blood in the provinces

Is the bravery of fathers who were killed protecting their family.

The Red blood in the country

Is the gory story of red social welfare.

The Red blood in the eyes

Is the tears of nation whose children are being killed.

In the power game of

The power hungry

Megalomaniacs.

Who promised a welfare society

And gave the red caps to wear.

Who asked to throw the king

And let them rule the country

With the community.

By Saket Kashyap