Hail the Silence of the Lamb

To the silence of the lamb,
I revert time and again.
But the call of its silence,
Shall brook no acquiescence,

In the depth of a cellar somewhere,
Even now I can feel
Life being skinned off the bones
While the world over passes by,

The lamb in his pen,
The pen in its holder,
The soul in a limbo,

And God in the poster,
Such is the eerie silence all around,
Giving away the majestic weave,
Of lies, stunts, and deceits,

Hail the lamb!
Hail the silence!!
Hail the silence of the lamb!!!

A word to the Axis

You have the power to create,
As shall not let you hesitate,
To crucify the bombed–dead,
‘Cause the dead has nothing to state.

His voice has no sound,
His pen lacks steam to frown,
Your color is white, his is brown,
And your writ runs across the town.

Your immense pride in your superior might,
Shall not let you a moment's insight,
How deeply unjust were you in your victorious fight,
When you scripted the narrative of my death,
And executed the script on my neck,
You then gave it a name – suicide!!

Long after my death though,
My eyes can see through the rubble -
You, sunk deep in the puddle of my blood,
Your stolen victory, meeting with history's mud!!