The Brush Of Hatred Poem by Aftab Alam

Sometime I think keeping hand on my mouth
Search other than; east, west, north and south,
To sit alone under the heaven’s umbrella to ease
Should I become the white ants house or freeze

News is on; readers shout 60 killed in a church
Bomb blast, and other side 80, death in bunch,
Human bomb used, life is so cheap and useless
Those abhor self life, kills the peace, a merciless

What I think, only I think, what the use is for other
Except to ease the mind of mine and console rather
To stop crocodile tear, to be called lover of peace
Peace; In fact, it is, a trump card, wolf with fleece

I think, it is useless to think, blue or pink, under sky
O! Man: Cruelty that laughs, humanity cry and shy
We are painting this heart, with the brush of hatred
On our thought canvas, we painted red, red and red

I think, mad we are! Un-clad clad, tied with greed
Dancing aimlessly to capture peace, lore to bleed
I think, O red lovers, you are worst than a beast
Curse be to all, celebrate not death, don’t feast