THE REIGN OF TERROR

A drizzle of blood
from the skies burst
touched his lips
and quenched his thirst
`
Was he a vampire,
a zombie, a poltergeist
Satan, phantom
banshee, extortionist?
`
who sucked innocent blood
and wet his throat
to inspire men
with hate and loath
`
His bombs, missiles and gun barrels
vanished cities with  blast
and the eyes of each city shone
with the ghosts of its past
`
Each man, each woman,
each child of every faith
vowed to strike back
and avenge their death
`
And at last as though heavens raged
in silence with interminable zest
in secrecy they sent him where
no man in peace does ever rest
`
Is this the emotion that oozes
when you hear his name
forgetting latent virtues
in sheer disdain
`
how many of you agree to that
upon which the poem insists
I may, I may not, but
isn’t there a heart in every terrorist?
`
they say probably not
-Akanksha Gupta
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