day 9 - poem 10

Threat

A roof big, blue and bright
Dark like her eyes at night.
Walls of green mountains around
Valleys soft and profound.
There was my home alright.

Then they all came here
Many names, from far and near.
One was government, other corporate
Some to study, some to educate.
Our plight you see, too hard for them to bear.

"We are here for God's work" some said.
Some others fought with them and retorted.
Medicines with leaflets they mixed
Food for few symbols - deal fixed!
By whom but were my huts gutted?

We were asked to GO,
'To gain something, something you must forgo:
Growth for COUNTRY' they told
"We will turn this land into GOLD"
Graveyard, refugee camps, wherever - just GO!

They tore open the heart of earth mother
Big trucks, night and day did hungrily gather
GOLD as they said before, they got
'US' they all soon easily forgot.
Who gained what and who lost here.

Some of them came again
"What you have lost, you must regain.
Organise, protest, fight and revolt.
Lets give the system a mighty jolt.
Here brothers - take guns and train".

It worked and seemed so perfect
Some land we got back, some respect.
We did plunder your towns for greed 'FACTORIES'
We just wanted back the lives we lived for centuries.
Yet you called us 'COUNTRY's gravest security THREAT!'.

Then a few more marching came
With guns and machines with them.
We bled, got killed, were bombed,
Women, children and men - combed !
THREAT - eliminated, land cleared for GAME!

The poem was written at an altitude of 30-50,000 ft (yeshh, on a flight, on the back of the boarding pass!). Though the things that are written on here are very much grounded.
It is about the 'Country's gravest security threat - Naxalism'.

My attempt at a form called limerick (rhyming scheme - aabba).