They want you to be mad

about every thing, all the time.

They want you to outrage

and lose your ability to think.

Then they provoke you,

manipulate you,

and prepare you,

to fight their futile battles

as their foot soldiers.

Like a brave soldier you fight,

anyone and everyone

who stands in the way;

you don’t care about the enemy,

be it an old friend of yours,

a close relative, or a stranger,

because you can no longer think.

With gallant and valour,

you keep fighting,

you keep marching, on and on.

And in the end, you stand alone,

and see your name

written in the hall of fame

on a piece of white paper,

in white ink.

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© Barnadhya Rwitam