The Killers, The Assassins Poem by Rahman Henry

The Killers, The Assassins

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They like flowers so much,
Are fond of all music

Preparing to rewrite the history,
Demanding Adolf, an idle of Democracy;

They are everywhere, in every state,
Increasing in number, in every geography,

Geometrically.

Saturday, September 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 08 September 2015

You devote the last three lines to one crucial issue: the rapid increase in the number of people using violence instead of persuasion to achieve their social goals. Violence is always a simple solution to the complex problem. But when people become so convinced their side is right, their impatience makes them grab simple, quick solutions. The irony of the first is aptly bitter: these killers love the sweet things of life - music flowers - even as they murderous behavior deprives other people of them. POETRY VERSUS VIOLENCE - Will Poetry prevail?

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Rahman Henry

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Natore, Bangladesh.
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