“No one writes to me,” said the Colonel
As in his mountain fort he sat
“While the bearded ones come closer yet
Tomorrow here, if today in Swat.
“Does no one see,” asked the Colonel
“That the enemy is within?
Behind his beard and his prayer cap
He hides his wicked grin.
“He plots against our Hindu land
The land ancient and free
The land that has nurtured the Hindu race
From the dawn of eternity.
“The bearded one plots and schemes
To destroy all that dear we hold
He wants to turn over our sacred land
To his vile Islamic fold.
“No one writes to me,” said the Colonel
And gnawed his moustache thin.
“Or I could tell them all today
Of the mortal danger they are in.
“I could train them in the martial way
Teach them just what to do
And if they’d want bombs and guns
Why I’d find a way to give them too.
“I’d give them guns and bombs
Teach them to shoot and kill
And the absolute necessity today
Of Muslim blood to spill.
“We should bomb and hack and burn
Not a trace of ruth or mercy show
And only then can we hold up our heads
In a righteous holy glow.
“If only they’d write to me,” said the Colonel
“The Hindu nation we can save
Together, or we shall be
Each one a Mozzie slave.
“The stinking Muslim,” said the Colonel
“Who eats the cow and breeds like fish
Holds in his evil, demented brain
Just one vile, devil’s wish.
“We should do,” said the Colonel
“Just what the Jews do
They kill, to keep themselves free
They enslave the Mozzies too.
“The Mozzie knows only force
He has to be made to kneel
By the fire of our righteous wrath
Hindu valour and Hindu steel.
“If they won’t call me,” said the Colonel
“I think I know what I’ll do.
I’ll find some Hindu patriots
And put together a merry crew.
“I’ll be the brain, and they the brawn
Together this country we’ll save
From the evil Muslim spawn
Our Hindu Mother from the grave.”
The next day the Brigadier came
The Colonel was nice as he could be
He smiled and nodded, and agreed
Saluting so obsequiously.
The Brigadier joked and the Colonel laughed
Went right along with the flow
For the Brigadier could promote him
And the Brigadier was a Muslim, you know.
[Lt Colonel Shrikanth Purohit of the Indian Army was arrested for aiding, abetting, arming and training the Abhinav Bharat Hindunazi terrorist group. He's only the tip of a very large iceberg of Hindu fascism in the Indian armed forces]
As in his mountain fort he sat
“While the bearded ones come closer yet
Tomorrow here, if today in Swat.
“Does no one see,” asked the Colonel
“That the enemy is within?
Behind his beard and his prayer cap
He hides his wicked grin.
“He plots against our Hindu land
The land ancient and free
The land that has nurtured the Hindu race
From the dawn of eternity.
“The bearded one plots and schemes
To destroy all that dear we hold
He wants to turn over our sacred land
To his vile Islamic fold.
“No one writes to me,” said the Colonel
And gnawed his moustache thin.
“Or I could tell them all today
Of the mortal danger they are in.
“I could train them in the martial way
Teach them just what to do
And if they’d want bombs and guns
Why I’d find a way to give them too.
“I’d give them guns and bombs
Teach them to shoot and kill
And the absolute necessity today
Of Muslim blood to spill.
“We should bomb and hack and burn
Not a trace of ruth or mercy show
And only then can we hold up our heads
In a righteous holy glow.
“If only they’d write to me,” said the Colonel
“The Hindu nation we can save
Together, or we shall be
Each one a Mozzie slave.
“The stinking Muslim,” said the Colonel
“Who eats the cow and breeds like fish
Holds in his evil, demented brain
Just one vile, devil’s wish.
“We should do,” said the Colonel
“Just what the Jews do
They kill, to keep themselves free
They enslave the Mozzies too.
“The Mozzie knows only force
He has to be made to kneel
By the fire of our righteous wrath
Hindu valour and Hindu steel.
“If they won’t call me,” said the Colonel
“I think I know what I’ll do.
I’ll find some Hindu patriots
And put together a merry crew.
“I’ll be the brain, and they the brawn
Together this country we’ll save
From the evil Muslim spawn
Our Hindu Mother from the grave.”
The next day the Brigadier came
The Colonel was nice as he could be
He smiled and nodded, and agreed
Saluting so obsequiously.
The Brigadier joked and the Colonel laughed
Went right along with the flow
For the Brigadier could promote him
And the Brigadier was a Muslim, you know.
[Lt Colonel Shrikanth Purohit of the Indian Army was arrested for aiding, abetting, arming and training the Abhinav Bharat Hindunazi terrorist group. He's only the tip of a very large iceberg of Hindu fascism in the Indian armed forces]
Copyright B Purkayastha 2009
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