I've bled

I've bled incessantly, every month

The religion you fear

I've mixed spots of blood in it

And they offer it as fruits to your God

The screen that sizzles in grey pixels of noise

To rearrange into a saffron tricolour is

Dipped in red.

I've bled.

You have put your religion, on the tip of my spear

I ride lions

Your little demons can sleep and scream.

Your mantra is your noise,

When men chant my name, blood comes out of their mouths

And makes their orange skin red.

Blood bleeds through river

I've overflowed blood for history to be stained