Hawks Flying by Ananya S Guha

It does not happen
That I ‘m tired of being
A man
I’m tired of death and dyiñg
Bombing and fighting
Missile chasing and shooting
I’m tired of rabid hating
And dividing the race
With contorted face
I’m tired of homilies
And similes by leaders
Who are brackish
I’m tired of peace mongering
War mongering
Blood letting
I am tired of these
And hawks flying.

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