What is terrifying is not the terror
but the minds so gripped with terrorising
that rejoicing in the kneeling of the innocent
that decision to play the god.....
The learned well-tutored minds
sharp and witty, but hiding the fiend
cleverly between neatly pressed ties
ironed suites, laptops, sauve and grace
The name of the game is to go on the kill
the more the number of victims, the more the joy
the more the fear, the more the vindication
all in the name of almighty who loves him not you
The same almighty in different robes
blessing different stocks of men and women
choosing different gifts of trials and joys
for variegated groups, believers and non-believers
To read more into it
is to fuel frenzied minds
is to seek escape in illusions
friend, I beg to differ
Life as I know is a divine gift
treat it as it is now or never.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an excellent write..amasing and thoughtful...read my 'the common' just human, the alien rule, terrorist