Kumaara Sukeja

Scalp Hunter - Poem by Kumaara Sukeja


When every gesture of peace is a dud,
One sees blood flow like a rowdy flood:

When the single sign of love wanes like the Moon
Tempers are readily frayed on a blazing afternoon:

Hatred is poured into every handy pot to fill
Like a potion, even a mere look suffices to kill:

Man kill man- -on a swagger you lay a fancy bet
Knowing the figures he'll simply shoot and forget:

Numbers do matter when he pulls the trigger
Lest he miss and hear the dreaded snigger:

'Kaafir', 'Infidel'.... each scalp is a coveted one
A variety in color and creed only adds to the fun:

A sang froid that's confirmed with an expression so dour
After all, affirms the dogmatic initiation at the age of four:


Topic(s) of this poem: inhumanity

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2015

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