Axis & Allies - damowords

Bollywooder
Some say Bollywood is monotonous
Verdict of thirty thousand King & I’s
But life is better led monogamous,
Too many fingers & too many pies;
Pluck’d from the street
An extra was I made
Thro fancy dress & heat & thousand rupees paid.
I met her in a dressing room
Fair actress of the Deccan
Both hearts beating a little boom
As though we duelled at Tekken
The jewels of romancing bloom
Well, that’s what I reckon,
For from this pretty princess of the Raj
An invitation to dine at the Taj.
My life blended with India,
O diamond in the crown!
The hag‐beggar, the emperor,
The pale‐face & the brown,
The gutter‐dwellers looking up the godheads looking down
Mumbai
26 th November 2008
19.00
Angels of Death
The Kuber grew dense with the stench of death,
Decks sticky with the dead crews bloody pool
Their captain panicking breath‐after‐breath
Before these bullies barely out of school
“Tis Allah’s will
& , with Allah willing,
Five thousand we shall kill & then keep on kiiling!”
Each lad was born in poverty
From the slums of Pakistan
Where each was bought for no small fee
Meagre pawns in some grand plan
That in Thatta’s rugged country
Hard train’d with Talliban
Where keen & cold Lashkar‐e‐Taiba
Melded these young footsoldiers together.
When they were ten miles from the shore
They cut the captain’s throat
With bag & oar ten ‘students’ pur
Into a dinghy boat,
To fling Islamic retribution cross the Mumbai moat.
Arabian Sea
26 th November 2008
19.30