Home They Brought The Country Dead Poem by Subroto Chatterjee

[This poem talks about a superpower country's military presence in another country for reasons best known to all! ]

Home they brought the country dead,
Her people scattered in a mess,
The jingo fever that had spread,
Claimed lives where truth was less.

Read my lips: you’re safe today;
In God we put our trust,
Our soldiers make us count each day,
For returning home, they must.

The patriot’s heart burns with pride,
He knows his big brother role;
Methinks someone has lied-
These liars have a goal.

The plans are bold and dressing slick;
Surely nothing is amiss:
I doubt whether the truth will stick,
The truth was never his.

So home they brought the country dead,
The masses were in quiet desperation;
One question which most people dread,
Drew the most perspiration.

Whose war is it anyway? All ask.
The might shall protect the weak,
The Good Book has laid down the task,
But it was desecrated by a freak.

Do you do for Good, or what’s good for you?
Do you stand a chance in hell?
Your victories is nothing new,
That’s all you can tell.

The sweetest sounds are bells that tinkle,
In green meadows and our homes;
For starters, let peace sprinkle
In the hearts of these gnomes.

So home they brought the country dead
The people let the Powers play;
Fostered ideas that have spread,
Ensure gore and death each day.


Copyright © SC
06th July 2007
Mumbai.