A King’s Monologue

Go. All of you now go away.
You have new foes to slay,
Far away from native lands,
Far away from loved hands,
Go. All of you now go away.
You have your soul to slay.

I have new lands to storm,
You all put on the uniform.
Find a oily world to daunt,
Don’t let slain souls haunt.
Go. All of you now go away.
You have your soul to slay.

I have coffins for your rest,
Flags to wrap hollow chest,
I am ready to lay the wreath,
On tombstones hiding death.
Go. All of you now go away.
You have your soul to slay.

Before the new replaces you,
Gimme brave stories to chew,
I have prepared all the notes,
Be my drones, get me votes.
Once you’re long gone to hell.
I’ll tweet: All is well. All is well.

Probal Basak, 31, an allumni of IIMC, New Delhi, India started his career as a journalist, who worked with Press Trust of India, Business Standard reporting mostly on socio-political issues. He now writes poems both in English and Bengali (mother tongue). Read other articles by Probal.