Quickfire Terrorists Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
Quickfire Terrorists
If you don't curl up and die for killing people
by blasting bombs and shooting with modern guns
or hitting with small air-crafts on a steeple,
You belong to the clans of Satan's sons.
You expel yourself from your religion.
See that brute from human manners off he runs!
Don't boast that you're of an arrogant legion.
Any racial or terror garb you may don.
If the weak take guns, you're to them a pigeon.
To nod to suicide-pacts, your blind faith they con
and get you with codes in primitive times born.
Strive to lift the poor whose parents dead and gone.
Drugs they chew to drive out of their minds, fear
but to kill, will any God license you, dear?
Are the terrorists born or created? Which rich and comfortable person turns to be a terrorist? Only the poor and the destitute have become the terrorist, even Jesus of Nazareth was considered as a criminal and crucified for the 'crimes' that he had committed, but people respect and worship him as the son of God! !
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5/11/2024 7:10:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'' You expel yourself from your religion.'' this line shows your maturity