A Wartime Coffin

A war ravaged country, everything is burning
I am a deadman and there is none to carry
my coffin to the land of deads
The street is barren, remote sound of
boots and barking dogs are floating
on the smoky air.

I shouldered my own coffin to the graveyard
Caretakers of the graveyard ask me who is
this in the coffin
I replied, its me, the city is burning
there is none to carry and bury deads.

Livings are fighting with dogs and vultures
for food and life
Embedded jounalists are all around
Medias are eating their own flesh and blood.
The shadow of terrors chasing the rulers
But still they say war is right
To establish peace and terror free world.

Copyright By Ershad Mazumder