Barracks

by Ananya S. Guha / November 8th, 2015

There are ways of killing
suppose you kill a child
whose caste and creed
are not yours
is outlandish, also a murder —
killing.
When you talk religion
you weave in phantasmagoria
chilling.
When you say that history is
what I will, you kill history
remnants of bones and dressed
in black drapes.
You assault.
You murder
and then you twist a nation
into eternal forbidding barracks.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing poetry for the last thirty years, and his poetry has appeared in numerous online publications. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding and currently is a senior academic in India's Indira Gandhi National Open University. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, November 8th, 2015 at 8:01am and is filed under Poetry.