Axis & Allies - damowords

Wounded!
The call came in from deepest Pakistan,
“Brothers, you may commence your killing spree!”
But nothing in their multi‐layer’d plan
Prepared them for such spangling luxury;
Wild oppulence
Takes peasant minds aback,
Then gathering their senses went on the attack.
They split their murder squad in two
One vaults the cantilever
& every movement into view
Sooon dying non‐beleiver
Now into my own space they flew
Like the swine‐flu fever,
Unwelcome & unwanted & unwell
We sweated til a bullet broke the spell
Aft’ shots ripped through my upper arm
I fell death pretending
No magi psalm, no pagan charm
Could prevent death’s pending
So held my breath until I heard those murderers descending
Taj
22.35
Bleeding Streets
With policemen reeling like headless chickens
Ismail & Ajmal leave the groaning hall
Where so many sticky bodies sickens
This was no movie‐shooting, not at all;
A baby wail’d
Beside its dying kin
As when the Ak‐Ak fail’d across weeping Berlin.
By GPS these gunmen roam
For to perpetrate more crimes
Moving trhough lamplit monochrome
As if marching neath the limes
& take three potshots at the home
Of India’s own Times
Then pass Hazad Madan where Police force pride
Locks gates & switches lights off terrified
They choose a hospital instead
To carry on the cause
To crudely spread the growing dead
Across the social mores
But found their prospects block’d by doctors locking all the
doors.
Cama
22.45