Bloodstream
The wrong and right
Battle again
As the wrong races
To win nothing..
Heads broken
Eyes, knees,
Elbows, shoulders
You name it;
You name it
Till the resistance
Unfortunately
Takes it’s last breath.
You name it till the right voice
Raises both it’s hands
To the apparent instructions
Yelled harsh.
By the people doing,
Their apparent jobs..
Jobs of hate
Authoritative barbaric jobs
Causing a helpless blood stream
To voices voiced
Amidst the hate shrieks which go on..
Knowingly and unknowingly.
And people stay away
From the hate jobbers
People fear hate not faced by them;
They only see abnormality
When the wave nears to hitting their heads empty and rotten
And beyond this blood stream
Their remains unflinched resistance
A hope amongst oppression
As the ribbon of nothing extends as the wrong reaches near it
And the right remains itself
Before, after and beyond the
Bloodstream
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet, or you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poems "Inadvertently Alive", "Virgin" and "Blackhole" have been published in the blue pages lit, and vamp cat magazine respectively. When she isn't writing or is glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing north Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com