Behind the mask of human
There are thousand faces of man
Inherited from animals
Hunted not only by physical hunger
But also by lust and desires of ego
As animals mani is born
To kill and to be killed
By weapons more sharp
Than the animal's teeth
Of ignorance and hatred,
And the society has turned
Into a carnival forest again
Man is born a vegetarian
But turned not only a eater of man
But of all livings and non livings
The flesh of women
Whom he stores as mother
And sister and daughter
Like that of deers
Tastes sweetest of all
And the pure and the poor
All those live on grass
Are served daily
As delicious dining dish
To satisfy his hunger
It is very difficult to paint a man
Wearing all the faces of animals
He still lakes an identity of his own
And so he wares the mask of god
But the nature remains the same
And the religious violence
Has been declared as a divine rule.
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