What Would I Call?

A powerful protest poem, by Prasanna. He questions religious fundamentalism, bigotry, and killings in the name of faith. An exclusive for Different Truths.

The chaos sets in
as the breeze filled with
bloody booze,
start raining the fusillade
of gunshot,
Where to go,
Where to hide the head
to save breath,
The barb wires soothed
by the fluffy skin of babies
Yet, the scratches bore
screams of mothers,
as they handed their amniotic
flesh - the just born
future,
What the hell is happening
who is to blame for this,
The silence of Gods
resonated with psychopaths
brutality and terror 
Crept into the hearts,
Howling to skin the betrayers,
I’m amazed at 
their advancement,
Who has given the authority?
to decimate the lives,
in the name of following edicts,
Where is the supreme force?
What is its judgment,
ever since 
from the times unknown
the man waging the war
with the name of the holy crusade,
Subjugating innocent
Hailing God - The invisible,
Faiths and filthy souls
see themselves indulging
in the scriptures,
The essence - failed
they to comprehend,
Superficial sentient observance
of rites and rituals,
dunk the minds into 
fundamentalism, the aroma
of humanity
melted to give out
the stench of cruelty,
If this is,
what is said to be
final verdict,
I would call it a doomsday
where is Almighty
Has he hidden in the nook of cosmos?
fearing “Men” to be ghoulish brains,
or he simply there
to adorn the throne 
as a namesake.

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