Bell The Cat, S'il Vous Plait (Haibun - Freestyle) Poem by Anindya Mohan Tagore

Terror takes its toll. Revenge makes humanity bleed - profusely. An elegy breaks the eerie silence. Sneaking suspicion fills the air. Wary eyes searches beliefs in the heaps of flesh and blood. Ransacked hope seeks refuge in your heart.

Reincarnate
Socrates within
to ask a few questions

Who makes monsters?
Who sells arms to them?
Who gains from theses conflicts?

How many babies die unfed?
How many fields are still barren?
How much wealth would you carry, after death?

How many Seegers you need - to sing?
How many Lenons you need - to make you imagine?
How many Poets you need - to dare?

To bell the cat.