Drones On Carpets

A sparkling smile that chamaks the entire room

Somehow hides beneath all the doom and gloom

Ash and soot cover the bloody cheek of an Afghan child

His new kurta torn as if vintaged from the wild

Red ink is loaded on a mantle full of endless generosity

Alongside the ever flowing threads of expression

Here for blood of my Mother’s family shed in atrocity

By that colonizing and evil oppression

Convincing the masses it was our people that took the twins once tall

Remember their coordinated reaction when the towers did fall?

What the fuck did you think would happen

What unmitigated gaul..

So we built a product and a tribe with the sons of Sol

Taking to the skies in honour of a Libra born in the fall

Generals thought we’d put some drones on carpets

Not the tech in their imperialist land

Whenever silver they ask of us, gold we manage to fling

Whenever anger expected, compassion’s song we get up and sing

To give people, all people, that which is sent from above

Communication, medicine, and more laden with love

To be of those glad to be in human service

We’ve come to this land with definitive purpose

To uncover the dupatta of our lord’s mercy and justice

To balance historical wrongs

As if it be worship

Juma