Terrorist, Whose Son Are You? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Terrorist, whose son are you,
Who the parents of yours,
Where do you come from,
I mean the place you hail from,
What your name,
What the identity,
Who your trainer,
I mean the brain-washer,
A fundamentalist
Or a like-minded fanatic,
A conservative or an orthodox fellow?

Terrorist, is to wreak horror and terror
The purpose of your life,
Is to strike by surprise,
To spill blood
The handiwork of yours
And doing so,
What do you,
Do you get from?