On Suicide Bombing Poem by Sachet Shrestha

To kill others you kill yourself
I cant imagine your degree of hate
I don't know what you are taught in your childhood
Or what your Holy Books have to say
From my eyes it seems so easy for you,
The sins you do, the homes you break
The silence you bring after the quake
The blood you shed in the streets
Broken bones and charred skin
and your shameless head in between
still full of pride even if you are asleep
In a blind belief that your dream completes