The Devil in Angel’s Cloak
By Mayborn Lyngdoh R
The Men I laid my life as a shield betrayed me.
They cajole me with lies in closed doors
where nobody could hear them testify.
To the world, they’re gods, immaculate.
Like Achilles, young and naive
Fighting their phony battles for Ri Khasi,
Like a pawn in a game of Chess,
An early sacrifice, like John the Baptist.
When not bend to his whims and fancies,
And resolute to worship no Baal;
After Troy’s four horsemen glory,
shot arrows pierced my heel, bayonets my chest.
I thought it was the enemy,
but the spears were of my elder brothers.
I glanced at their faces, I didn’t recognise them anymore.
Congratulated each other as my soul bled to death.
They called Able, little brother
While setting Cain’s perfect trap.
No soul will hear the lies of closed doors
Innocent blood cries out to the deafening ears of heaven.
Many have eyes but cannot see the truth.
Many have ears, but they can only hear lies.
He masquerades as the angel of light,
The devil in an angel’s cloak disguised.
Who’d dare speak against the gods?
The devil and his legions roar like a hungry lion
Draped in white linen to pretend
Piping the way to hell while preaching of heaven.
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