This is a description and lament on the human on human violence spread all over history.
This poem is a slap at the several instances of bloodshed in the name of faith over hundreds of years. It is a cry for humanity that has become a very rare attribute over the several years of hatred and loathing.
Far away I can hear the screams of burning flesh
An animosity of faith
and a head covered in fearsome pain.
Ash soot and fiery splinters
a blast and a thump of heart.
Swords clash and drive through
as a war cry beckons the rest.
Riots and curfews sprawled in a blanket of murderous rage
Clandestine operations home to home
A killing spree with no logic
A calamity that reveres the blood cloud.
Catchy phrases shouted out loud
Holiness and frenzy all in the same town
Throats slit and carcasses left for vultures to feast
Platitudes ancient with mindless counts.
A symbol of preference enrages
a lesson on carnage
Streets flooded in red gore
Scampering half lives
and a familiar cry of victory.
Repeated throughout history
Epic lores of violence unfold
Why such disturbed anomalies
become the norms that we behold?
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra