Love At The Time Of Terrorism Part 1 - Poem by Souren Mondal
On a lovely morning of November
He went out wearing a jacket
with a bomb strong enough to blow up about a few
On his way,
walking across the flower shop,
He saw an old lady who greets everyone she sees with a
'Have a nice day'
He did not say anything but gave her a mean stare
like the ones he had given for the last one month
And she returned it with the same graceful smile
DO REMEMBER MY CHILD GOD WANTS US TO AVENGE THE INJUSTICES
So much injustice had been done to him and his likes
His seven year old cousin had lost her leg
and the other one, younger than his sister, died like a dog.
DON'T SPARE THESE GUYS
THEY ARE LIVING AGAINST THE WILL OF GOD
GOD THIRSTS FOR THE BLOOD OF THESE INFIDELS
As he crossed 392/2 STREET he saw an immodest
woman kissing a man in public.
His blood boiled as he imagined her
doing IT against the will of GOD
He knew she was not a virgin
None of these infidel women are.
THERE WILL BE SIXTY AND TWELVE VIRGINS FOR YOU IN HEAVEN
MOST OF THEM WILL NOT BE EVEN THROUGH PUBERTY
He would sacrifice himself today for the injustices,
He would sacrifice himself to punish the sinners
He would sacrifice himself for the VIRGINS
and to punish the WHORES.
AND GOD WANTS IT
GOD WANTS IT ALL
THE BLOOD OF THESE INFIDELS
He finally came to the place where he was supposed to blow himself up
in thirty mintues.....
'I am sorry', she said as she bumped into him.
He stared at her for long and felt something in
his heart beneath the jacket where the explosives were
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