A child is born at Gadhimai

A young child shakes so violently
Appalled and clearly petrified
She witnessed a goat slaughtered
Its head sliced off and now on its side
Kicking its legs swept the ground
Its eyes still blinking and the sound
Of death was clearly everywhere
The festival of dark despair

Horrified she stood aghast
Haunted by what was a blast
Of the macabre the direful state
The terror ridden dread and fate
So many animals came to be
Together in the field where we
Witness the butchers the fearsome tribe
Decapitate and then imbibe

The aura all that sinful stuff
The panic flinching it was tough
To cope with living seeing these
Murderous evils done with ease
A festival of violent deeds
Where hopelessness in fact succeeds
Would she ever live to see
Another goat in fact roam free
She clearly had been through a war
And terror crazed with all the gore

Southern Nepal and the Gadhimai
Festival let me tell you why
Religion is a frail excuse
For what is clearly such abuse

Rats and pigeons goats and rams
Pigs and buffaloes devotees trams
And carts and buses for hours on end
They were brought to be killed and to somehow send
The goddess Gadhimai their messages so
She Needed the deaths and as they did grow
The great lake of blood the discarded heads
All of that heartache we feel from our beds

Wicked are the devotees wicked are the racketeers
Contract meat sales feed the fears
Futility of life appears
Animal abuse is rife dispatched with blunt and any knife
Around will do to cut and thrust
To leave the world with such disgust
All the hope is in their eyes
Life appears the big surprise
And then its done their head chopped free
Eyes still blinking peacefully
Legs still searching looking for
Another life outside the door

Blood its everywhere to see
Great lakes of it their destiny
Is who knows where they lay alone
Piles of heads and not one groan
Except from the children who are forced to see
And it will be with them for eternity
How can a child ever sleep knowing they
Witnessed the slaughter of thousands that day

all sorts of scams going on in the sun
Slicing up dried meat when selling is done
Making some money thats what some do
Its not religion its not what drew
The hundreds and thousands to travel this far
To witness such carnage that would inwardly scar
Every soul there, every devotee
Who offered to Gadhimai a life painfully

This is a festival sickening so
A fun fair of sorts and sacred I know
For some but for most just a place
To let off some steam,to indulge to disgrace
Such insensitive people numbed down and lost
This is the truth what religion has cost
The people, the animals around these parts
They all have forsaken true life and true hearts

A festival of fanatics drawn from the poor
They are believers and really the door
Is open but no one is ever inside
Of The so called true priests of course its denied
They live with their script they have slipped
Backwards they
Are finding the abyss and wanting to stay
The victims are the animals and the children who be
Brought by their parents to witness and see

The eyes of the world are sickened we know
We kneel down and vomit as the numbers grow
The wretchedness and the defeatism here
Its so irreversible as is the fear
That rises to draw down the innocent mind
The timid the shy ones and those who are blind
The deceit and the hatred the evil the dark
The thrashing of steel that of course leaves its mark
Soulful heads everywhere eyes staring out
At the bluest of skies all part of the rout