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For posterity





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The following is for public record 

for posterity and history 


Let them know you were here 

etch your names on these walls  


Die in the name of revolution,

Industrial, or  Agricultural,  


Political or, Sexual, 

Just find a cause 


Don't decline this invitation

to your private doom, 


It is a limited-time offer, 

For all sales must end    


What utter madness is this?

Why are you running away from this?


On what list is your name on? 

Who did you meet? 


What did you talk about?

Was it about me? 


Am I sounding too paranoid?

 A little insane 


Ignore the glint in my eye,

I take no pleasure in this 


All I say is accept this love 

After all,  


whose love isn't a little tainted? 

Whose name,  a little tarnished? 


Spill out your silences now,

I have shown enough love 


Others here are much worse,

Brotherhood and fealty mean nothing here


I am here as your friend,

Their methods are worse than mine  


Tumhe lagta hai, we joke here?

This is your personal hell—where you will die.


Unless, of course, you tell me all that you know.

But let me tell you 


We know everything about you,

Your name is on every guest list


Nothing about you is suspicious, per se 

which makes us suspicious ever more so


You are free to go, 

For now, but you don't worry

We always keep watch 


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