Bodies-dead on open roads,
Loose meat latching
onto the bones
Dead skin twisting,
Roasting, charring, burning...
In night’s wrapping
---rattle the half-shut mind.
The bombed city, leaning into the graves
Tear the inside of me-ah,
…..This is the palpable reality!
The saddest story
In annals of human history.
And this time, the target shifted to
a peaceful address
in a French countryside
Innocent and vulnerable
completely insecure countrymen,
Faced the wrath of a terror attack….
Demons crossed the frontier to spread…
Does it explain
The quiet hand of God? No…!!
Today, my anger has been
at the ineptitude of the authorities
that have been ordained to look after us.
Let us stop reiterating
that cliched ”Sprit of humans” retort.
We are strong and resilient
However, we must not use it as our cover sheet,
….pull it over our heads and go off to sleep.
--- Grave disaster continues to get camouflaged….
In this age of reason…
….racism grows emptier the farther it moves
Must delete all dimensions!