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Gun-Fetish (The Sonnet)
When I was in my teenage years,
I believed, having a gun would be so cool.
Then I grew up and it occurred to me,
Firearm fetish is but hysteria of the fool.
Guns don't make the society safe,
Any more than nukes ensure world peace.
Civilians carrying personal firearm,
Are but rabid dogs without a leash.
If you are worried about self-defense,
Daily practice some form of martial arts.
Your gun is not only a threat to you,
It is also a threat to your loved ones.
So I beg you my responsible civilian sibling,
Give up your gun and uphold peacemaking.
I believed, having a gun would be so cool.
Then I grew up and it occurred to me,
Firearm fetish is but hysteria of the fool.
Guns don't make the society safe,
Any more than nukes ensure world peace.
Civilians carrying personal firearm,
Are but rabid dogs without a leash.
If you are worried about self-defense,
Daily practice some form of martial arts.
Your gun is not only a threat to you,
It is also a threat to your loved ones.
So I beg you my responsible civilian sibling,
Give up your gun and uphold peacemaking.
The Chupacabra Sonnet | Gospel of Undoctrination
Chihuahuas need guns for strength,
They feel naked without concealed carry.
To them I say, with all humility,
Open your eyes muchacho – ¡chupacabra aquí!
You may keep your gun, I won’t say a word,
But don’t confuse them to be your safe haven.
Own them in secret, but think of using them,
And you’ll face the wrath of this kraken.
You may conceal, you may carry, if law allows,
But dare not raise your gun at a reformador.
To the wounded stranger I am ointment,
But to the inhuman vermin I am volcano.
Carrying a gun every moron feels like superman.
Stand up to cruelty unarmed, then you are human.
They feel naked without concealed carry.
To them I say, with all humility,
Open your eyes muchacho – ¡chupacabra aquí!
You may keep your gun, I won’t say a word,
But don’t confuse them to be your safe haven.
Own them in secret, but think of using them,
And you’ll face the wrath of this kraken.
You may conceal, you may carry, if law allows,
But dare not raise your gun at a reformador.
To the wounded stranger I am ointment,
But to the inhuman vermin I am volcano.
Carrying a gun every moron feels like superman.
Stand up to cruelty unarmed, then you are human.
Democracy is people-approved dictatorship (Sonnet 1306) | Abhijit Naskar | Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
Doctors are not official representatives,
Yet they do their job quite efficiently.
Teachers are not official representatives,
Yet they do their job quite respectfully.
Public transport drivers ain’t representatives,
Yet they carry their duties quite diligently.
Factory workers ain’t official representatives,
Yet they fulfill their tasks rather honorably.
All the professions that actually require
some tangible skillsets and expertise,
don’t rely on the jungle whim of democracy.
Yet the most glorified profession of all,
has no performance standards compulsory.
If this is your idea of a civilized democracy,
No wonder you still crave peace in nuclear weapons!
Only monkeys could confuse homicide with defense,
It takes a human to plant peace through illumination.
Yet they do their job quite efficiently.
Teachers are not official representatives,
Yet they do their job quite respectfully.
Public transport drivers ain’t representatives,
Yet they carry their duties quite diligently.
Factory workers ain’t official representatives,
Yet they fulfill their tasks rather honorably.
All the professions that actually require
some tangible skillsets and expertise,
don’t rely on the jungle whim of democracy.
Yet the most glorified profession of all,
has no performance standards compulsory.
If this is your idea of a civilized democracy,
No wonder you still crave peace in nuclear weapons!
Only monkeys could confuse homicide with defense,
It takes a human to plant peace through illumination.
Dictionary of American English (Sonnet) – Abhijit Naskar, When Calls The Kainat
World calls them Terrorists,
we call them Forefathers.
World calls them Wanted,
we call them Billionaires.
World calls them Patients,
we call them Police.
World calls them Traffickers,
we call them ICE.
World calls them High Schools,
we call them Shooting Range.
World calls them Inmates,
we call them President.
