Fake Gods And Fake Disciples Poem by Aftab Alam

Whenever I walked on Histories,
I broke many mysteries,
Tricks and treacheries,
The only world's miseries,

So called peace loving people,
Mask with cherub's words-enchanting,
Mind is full of hatred,
Killing innocent, making earth red
A spiteful of revenge,
Hiding their evil deeds,
Fake gods and fake disciples,

Innocents are being pushed into,
The devils Jaw of hatred,
Tired tyranny of beast,
Wait for the next—
This is the gist
Don't buzz—
Time is nearing,
Whole world will see,
A fudge—and then all will see
How you fuzz