Fire and Straw

Lovers of death were on prowl: nothing was finished.Smart words were bouncing back. Quotes by the fire had stripped down the carnage. More bombs in courtyard and hope was confronting death. Few branded names were causing rift in the ranks and I must forget about the waterboarding too. After the outrage you would not trust them to govern themselves. The towns were still sleeping accustomed to the knocks on the doors. The water birds were not coming this winter. Smoke and fire. Sound and fury with flashbacks of flood of red streams. I was tumbling down beyond challenge. With message of menace they will do no wrong ! SATISH VERMA