Zero Year

turn back the wheel of time
before contemptuous autogenocide
crawling backwards without feet
did you ever think you would see
such brutalmurderoushate
in your own backyard garden?
my hand quivers with disgust
over inhuman attacks
insane convictions
brainwashed systems
of crime and punishment
scattered about a landmine landscape
where dualities of hate
are pitted against oneness
and you must fight or die
forced against a wall
where smashing guerrilla warriors cry
for a bold and treacherous marriage
holed up in spiritual halls
for a military garrison
fortified under stones
crumbling gods and demons
wage battle long
—have the demons won?
invasion does not always come from afar
sometimes it comes from within
under siege and unwilling
fields become places of killing
where bodies drain into earth
crying rivers of groaning lament
there is no crop to harvest
from this land—packed—
with blood and sand
bleeding bright under sun
of burning rot for days
how could anyone have thought
this destructive blaze
could be wrought
amid ancient temples so grand
did Shiva
—dance—
upon this land?
turn forward the wheel of time
but always remember year zero
so that future—generations—
may learn from our mistakes