The Riot-A Sonnet From 'Indian Sonnets' Poem by Syed Faizan

A perfect picture of domestic life-
A child immersed in play, innocent still,
Wisdom in the man, patience in the wife,
He is at work and she at chores; until,
Upon the horizon a crowd of men,
Appears with Crosses, Swords, Trishuls; aloud
Invoke a ‘Christ', a ‘Ram', an ‘Allah', then
They kill, rape, rob and burn; until a cloud
Of human beings haunted the ev'ning skies,
Each holy soul now wrapped in heavy smoke,
Wingless, formless, in silence upward flies,
-Just then innocence cried; the silence broke.
-I know not to which faith belonged those cries,
I wonder still which God those cries invoke.