Fanatic, Whose Creation Are You, Whose Creation, Fanatic! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Fanatic, whose creation,
Whose creation are you,
Who, who is it,
Whop has made you,
Fanatic,
Who, who is it,
Who has made you, Fanatic,
Cruel and callous
And hard of heart
Looking with the stony eyes,
Rocky heart
Waterless
And tearless,
So much bloody and brutal
And bestial,
Destructive and devastating,
Inhuman and blind to one’s own faith,
Bombarding and exploding,
Potting to kill and panic
And overthrow
And to spread
The reign of terror
And the kingdom
Of anarchy,
Fanatic,
Blind to faith
And logic and reason,
So much superstitious,
Backward and underdeveloped,
Fundamental and conservative
And orthodox,
You Mr. Fanatic,
The son of Mr. Conservative?