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(before you start reading the verse written below, do give a quick look at the basic definition of grandfather paradox.
it'll help you to understand the context and storyline. my apologies if you are already acquainted with it.)
(The grandfather paradox is a proposed paradox of time travel in which the time traveller went back in time to the time when his or her grandfather had not married yet. At that time, the time traveller kills his or her grandfather, and therefore, the time traveller is never born when he or she was meant to be. Despite the name, the grandfather paradox does not exclusively regard the impossibility of one's own birth. Rather, it regards any action that makes impossible the ability to travel back in time in the first place.)
"the thugs of tomorrow"
(scene : the village of thugs.
the thugs have gathered for a meeting)
"let us build a machine", suggested the boy.
"enough of trauma and shame have we accomplished.
let us end it all".
"end it all, end it all", they cried.
( boy orders the thugs to assemble and build a structure)
"here put in some treachery.
you! add some of your guilt,
and mix it with extreme loath.
do not fumble when the fires of injustice is lit,
for the machine has to be made.
what is left now? dishonour, deceit and envy?
put them in. put them all ! "
"put them all, put them all", they cried.
(a huge fire is lit. the thugs surround it, waiting anxiously.)
"why do you now stay for?
the machine requires age and patience.
just as your sins took three generations to develop, it shall also take its course."
(they start to dissemble)
"till then, go back to your daily life.
go rape a woman or two,
nail another christ, behead another monk.
let not the wise and the virtuous stay friends.
divide them, incite them, exploit them.
but remember,
remember not to waste every bit of our devilry on them.
save your deadliest machetes for the tomorrows,
as we sail back into the past.
for we are the sons of turmoil
for we are the sons of discord.
and we kill them all."
"we kill them all. we kill them all", they cried.
(a month later, the structure they refer to as a machine is prepared and kept in the middle of the village. the thugs continue their killings.)
" behold !
behold the carnage now, for the machine is ready.
hop onto it with your sacks of swords, knives and machetes.
do not get intimidated, for even the lords cannot question this creation of ours."
(they enter into the machine.)
" let us fly back in time,
let us fly back to our forefathers, to our yesterdays.
let us fly back to those who taught us all,
let us fly back to square it all."
"to square it all, to square it all," they cried.
(some three generations before and later)
"LO ! here we've come,
look out, search for your blood.
they might appear like us, but they're not us.
identify the veins, mark the traits.
and slay them all !! let not a soul survive"
(the thugs begin the massacre.
killings and rapes)
"pluck out his eye brows, chew off his tongue.
cut off the limbs and hack their groin.
molest that women, punt her cunt and cut off the breasts.
dishonour her daughter, cherish her screams.
slit that throat and shave their skins."
"give them back what they trapped us in,
give them the future they gave us"
(the genocide continues, every one in the village is either hacked to death or is bleeding profusely.)
"commence the rites, call on the priests.
arrange some wood and lit on the fire.
burn them all".
"burn them all, burn them all," they cried.
(the bodies are assembled in a heap and a fire is lit. every villager is charred to death. the thugs start dancing)
" we succeed now ! we triumph !
they gave us a future knitted from their deeds.
and told us to follow it without dissent.
we gave them what they were to give us.
for we are the sons of turmoil
for we are the sons of discord."
(the thugs continue their merry making)
"no more shall the dreary past haunt us,
no more shall our obscure present worry,
no more shall we repent our misfortune,
as the root itself is plucked out"
(the thugs assemble before the machine)
"hop back to the machine, ye sons of tomorrow.
we're no longer the aftermaths of deceit and dishonesty.
look ! our past has gone and the future is alight.
let us travel back to our tomorrow,
and live it the way we've always cherished for.
let us live like men."
"like men, like men" , they cried.
(thus the thugs climb back to the structure. totally oblivious of the obvious, they sang songs of love and home, dreaming about their present which'll turn overnight. though they never realized the fact that the women they just hacked did not belonged to their past)
