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Copyright B Purkayastha 2017
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Copyright B Purkayastha 2017
Once I had legs, and you had
A bomb.
It was, you said, a fair exchange,
My legs for your bomb.
Once I had a life
And you took it away
Blew it to tatters and pieces
Spread it in the dust
With your bomb.
I scraped it together, piece by piece
I built it back again.
You took my legs, I got wheels
You couldn’t take my voice
You couldn’t take my tongue.
Those were too dear to barter away
Like my country that you occupy
With your walls and your settlers
Your blue white flags, your monster tanks, your fire-spitting guns.
But there was another exchange you could make
A sniper bullet, for my life
The life I’d scraped from the dust.
It was, you think perhaps
A good bargain.
It will not be.
From each drop of my flowing blood
My life will rise again
You will see.
You will see.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2017
(With no apologies to Robert Burns)
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