Bloody Lesson

Come to my world of blood and screams;
Here you shall hear the silence beyond graves;
Here you shall meet the ghosts of slain demons;
Here you shall learn what books don't teach.
Don't be afraid of this heap of flesh;
They are nothing but rotten dead bodies.
They were once gushing with blood and dreams.
Who could now tell they were once human beings?
What! You cry? You shed tears, why?
Aren't we all doomed to die?
They were killed 'cause their lives didn't matter,
They deserved it for they were low and mean.
Don't tell me this is not fair, my child!
This is how the world is- ruthless and wild.
Come, I'll show you more of them,
But don't ask me where from they stem.
I don't know where they dragged them from,
May be from schools, from farms or their home.
That girl you see there with bruised breasts,
She came to my shop each day to clean the mess.
That dirty lad you see hanging from the tree,
He was low born but happy and free.
He ought not have tasted water from our tubewell,
Now he will burn for his transgression forever in hell.
There, see that woman lying naked ashore the river.
No child, why do you close your eyes and shiver?
This is what I want you to watch and learn.
This is how justice and redemption is done.
You will do the same when you grow up.
Now forget this filth and fill this liquor cup.
Tonight we shall celebrate your homecoming my son;
Isn't this bloodshed of brutes a lot of fun?