A Lesson to Leeches


lesson to leeches

The leeches are coming…
Hungry for blood, feasting on despair.
Shunting time on their way,
destroying helpless lives beyond repair.

The leeches are coming…
Shrewdly forging deals of death.
Delivering oblivion to those who fight,
hell resounding in every breath.

The leeches are coming…
To break our gilded cages.
To earn us a solemn right to die,
something denied to us for ages.

The leeches are coming…
Feeding on our own carcasses.
Kindled by the very fire,
ignited by our brainless masses.

The leeches are coming…
Their torsos merging with their shadows.
Sensing frustration and desperation,
enticed by the smell of our sorrows.

The leeches are coming…
Their faces vindictive with malice.
Numbering our days of survival,
and the fate of the world in a trice.


Let the leeches come…
for all that they are worth.
We will fight back and save
the destiny of our dear earth.

Let the leeches come…
and show us all that they have got.
We will show them the way to hell,
where peacefully may they rot.

Let the leeches come…
and face the magic of our visions.
Free from the ancient bonds,
we will unite the needless divisions.

Let the leeches come…
flying with all their might.
Our wings of fire will burn
the wretched creatures in their flight.

Let the leeches come…
to eliminate our very existence.
We are now beyond the strangling ties
and spirited in our resistance.

Let the leeches come…
For years have we let them haggle.
Now the dreamt moment is at hand –
A silent uproar and a merciless strangle.


NISHANK MEHTA  |  16.11.2007