The Return Of Warlord, By Binzak

The Return Of A Warlord


By Binzak Azeez



The flame of shame and agony overhauls my heart

I am at home all alone in shambles

My vintage is gone, leaving me empty and wretched

I wish my existence on earth was a mirage


What an ignoble terrestrial with a cruel flesh!

Isolating a compatriot whose immense labour is harvested

With an awful memory, a broken heart and a languid wave

I wish the patriotic "bloods" in my veins were transplanted at birth 


In the day, I ponder on how I became a principled butcher

At night, the image of innocent skulls whispers into my heart

I languish in soundless bleeding tears, my homeland is in solace 

I wish I found a better abode to heal my wounds


             Binzak Azeez