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Won't you help support DayPoems? Hell Let LooseBy Madan G. Gandhi21st CenturyOn a killing spree dropping death they go around, unwashable the blood stains even by an ocean. Treading on debris of felled temples and mosques a whole culture collapsed, what laurels reap what crosses win! What religion enjoins what prophet ordains to take away life of innocent, turn Edens into dark dungeon where nightmares sizzle and scream, murder and mayhem dash every dream. How empty it sounds-- this talk of communal peace, what wounds heal of childhood orphaned what consolation to a mother dazed with dead son in her lap grief-frozen and struck dumb. Raging infernally, combustible cries of 'kill' 'kill' mouthing venom and revenge let loose a burning hell. No hand stretches to save old and infirm screaming for succour but thousands rise up to blow to pieces whatever is left of the House of God. Unbearable stench of dead bodies scares even the hovering vultures, on the run are surviving hopes hurrying to black holes. Among the rubble are countless stars that once twinkled and cheered now in blind stare mock and shock. In their speechless eyes I see my murderer's face, the barbarity of a whole generation maddened and ran amuck. Throat choked, voice lost, sight blurred by gory deed, I feel poison enter my being-- rises up in my fevered brain accumulated guilt of all my sins. Too long in this killing trade thirsting for blood of my brethren in name of parochial darkness of religion, too long a scroll of my crimes and sins, punishment for each one eternal damnation. Doomsday knock freezes my blood as scorpions hissing poison fly past me, my whole cerebral mechanism, unable to bear the load, breaks down. I suffer brain hemorrhage, pass into a coma-like state. God's minions will not let me die, in an instant they revive, scrutinize my every deed, dumb founded I plead guilty before the invisible jury. O Lord! When shall I be free from this oppressive night, when shall I see another dawn, hear songs of happy cheer, freed from hate and fretting fear. DayPoems Poem No. 2777 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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