Raw and Rare

 Raw and rare

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We sat huddled up,

Waiting,

The front gate closed,

We are a free country after all.

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 The terror, the threats,

 Now meant only the reason 

 To rebel against.

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 Phones clutched,

 Contacts reduced, loved ones removed,

 The body just a medium of media and scrolling,

 Right now, ready to get the recording.

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 The throttle of the engine was heard.

 Heads snapped,

 Murmurs ceased and small talks stopped.

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 A fierce look here and there,

 Scared one toughened into stares,

 The onslaught was on the brink,

 Casual sitting turned into mass on knees,

 Waiting,

 Watching,

 Whispering.

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 The clanks of chains were heard,

 Heartbeats competing to conquer,

 Memories recalled in a blur,

 Now was the time to cause a stir.

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 The mass of maidens was ready to rout,

 The first line of scouts,

 Checking and teasing to get them out,

 But right now was the time to wait them out.

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 The first head peeked, caught up like trout,

 The head was thrown back,

 Blood was the only visible part of that scout.

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 The conch was heard, and the beasts unleashed,

 The maidens pulled out blades outta their sleeves.

 Sharp, shiny, double-sided strips

 Of metal heard only during mythological trips.

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 The battle began, with blood coated steels,

 Thrum of combat was heard miles down the street.

 Hours and hours of constant clamouring,

 The sky tainted red with blood and the sun rising.

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 A yell was heard,

 "Stop this here!"

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 Hallucinations began and the groups were dormant once again,

 The fear in the atmosphere slowly ebbing away,

 And chirping birds replaced the yelps and hurrays.

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 Sweat soaked with heard racing in strain,

 Humans woke up naming them nightmarish campaigns.

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 The soldiers stilled, waiting for another dusk to prepare.

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 - Raj Nandani