Chop Chop Chop…..Till The Last Man Drops!!!!


Chop Chop Chop…..Till The Last Man Drops!!!!
But millions still, so many left to kill, in your petty death shops
Don’t you see in today’s eyes, tomorrow never dies?
How long you sell lies, which your faith defies
Don’t you smell the dust, death-laden lust?
On a mother’s crust, strewn graves of disgust
How many, how long, shall you reap doom’s crops?
Chop Chop Chop…..Till The Last Man Drops!!!!

Chop Chop Chop…..Till The Last Man Drops!!!!
Your long-lost cause, gory slogans on props
Impaled thru heart, and fallen rampart
Not the voice of faith, your bloody lavish art
How many hacked heads, sum up your dreads?
Stubborn spirit lives on, beyond mortal shreds
Lasts fiesta of blood, till the bloody buck stops
Chop Chop Chop…..Till The Last Man Drops!!!!

Chop Chop Chop…..Till The Last Man Drops!!!!
Why this free blood spree, as mad as hops?
Doesn’t head look good, in your brother’s white hood?
Where a face once stood, lies a bleeding brotherhood
Behold still eyes stare, your dead pride lay bare
Hear a dead man’s prayer, stop this deathly affair
Let Azan now resound, from ravished rooftops
Stop Stop Stop…..Before The Last Man Drops!!!!

© 2016 Vikas Chandra

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