Fanatic, in which,
Which world
Live you,
Whose,
Whose son are you?
Are you,
Are the son
Of Mr.Conservative
And the brother
Of Mr.Fundamentalist?
Don’t,
Don’t you know it
If remain you blind
To your faith
And rigid on your lines,
Your son will turn
Into a terrorist,
A man-hater?
Fanatic, in which,
Which medieval world
Live you,
In which,
Which medieval world
Of medieval thoughts,
Conjuring up
With likely images and ideas?
Is fanaticism your mania,
Your religious blindness,
Rigidity of thought and expression,
Debarred from logic
And clear reasoning
And blindfolded
In your thoughts,
Is fanaticism your frenzy?
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