27 october 2021
When A God Bleeds
Cause of things―
finding in myself in solitary
manner, reaping
the harvest of failures.
The ghost of a town
roils under the protests.
Nobody knows the ―
length of suffering.
Me and my god―
we are one. Nobody else
was entitled to live.
The half-burnt bodies,
making a crowd at the bank
of a holy river. At least they
were not shot in the head.
Reasons were flawless.
Fallacy was truth.
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