Belong

Belong?

Do I belong to the shaitan of my city?

The one with the divine proclamation to sin.

The one who maintains a balance of justice, with the sharp of his blade,

The one who tots the gun and bares his teeth,

If I fail to toe the line, set by him.

A rigged puppet I am, with all strings attached.

There are wires strapped on my body,

Oops! Better luck, next life.

Dear mother, I haven’t got that much to live.

Don’t quake with fear, you already know that.

So does it really matter, whether I am sane or a fanatic?

It’s just a question of who gets to see the business end of the gun, early!

I just have to ask you one thing,

Why the hell must I study, then?

Just to realize later that it is blasphemy, and I must die for it?

When would they realize, mum?!!!

I just don’t give a damn fuck.

Why then, do they have to drag me in this shit?

Can’t I just dream of a job, car and a wife?

Who gives them this right, whether I must live or die?!

Isn’t my life, really mine?

Don’t cry mum, just give me the answers.

I just cannot comprehend their motives.

What do they want from life?

Is just being alive, not good enough for them?

You are going all stoic on me, mum.

Please, I am afraid!

What, you are saying that everything would be fine?!!

I disagree.

There is no stopping them, and I am just one weak straw against the tide.

But it’s time we all made our stand clear.

But wait ma, someone is knocking at the door!

Who can it be, that too, in the dead of the night?

Go, go – hide in the attic. Don’t dare, come out!

Wh-Who’s there at the door?

Mind you I am armed, so dare not move an inch forward.

Get back, is it really a crime to be my father’s son?

Hey you, there is nothing there. I am all alone in the house.

Hey you leave her alon………..