Treasure Island

Somanathan Iyer


Quest for Blood


Severed limbs, strewn bodies
Screaming injured, shocked public
Burnt and broken debris all around
Scenes these were witnessed after terror blast!

Gone are the days fighting for noble cause
Lauded are criminals for treachery and turbulence
Fanatics and rogues forming their own groups
Mighty religions are maligned for misuse

The people they kill harmed them never
The targets they choose troubled them never
Causing fear may be their deal for now
Fear they created will see them cremated

worst than beasts are those taken to terrorism
Words no more to define their existence
Faith and funding may guard these cowards
But the blot on the race could never be wiped

Name whatever they call their goal
Certain to be buried in the times to come
Curse of millions will cripple their plans
Nothing to cherish as their goals stand perished!

Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

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I hope all the right thinking people will support my stand on terrorism.

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