Its alive

Swords have left their sheaths
Abuses have found ears
Bullets aim for bodies

The police sip on tea
Reporters clean their lenses
Doctors get all the beds ready

The shutters are down
The gates are shut
The streets are in chaos
In peace the are not, but

Voices can be heard
sounding words of hate
of people hitting each other
with curses of twisted fate

For has risen again
The clash of saffrons and greens
Of the upholders of Ram
and of the prophet late

and for has risen again
tide of political religion
the clashes of traits
the fall of sane reason

The riot is alive
Oh hell it breathes!!