My words cannot weave
Making clothes for a cat walk
Things that I absorbed everyday
Make me write...now let's talk
I am curious about my artery
Flushing through the purity to my brain
Is that inherited through my birth?
Ugliness of race and religion dumped into my vein
The irrigation of my life liquid
Immersed me in to the boiling point
Rage of killing leads towards destruction
In the name of God, I ain't a Constantine
Massacre of women and children for no reason
Manifestation of God gone meaningless
Authoritativeness paved the path of grave
Justifications as usual make a fuss
"Dear Father I'm here to be pardoned
I accidently stepped onto a cockroach"
"My son, your sins have been washed away
For further commitments feel free to approach!!"
Anandprasad
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