When Faith Seeks Gore

Why fear looms large, at faith’s altar
A dusty street, which leads nowhere
On it, lay bare, sacrosanct slaughter
A headless man, with a broken prayer!

Yet a scream resounds, in pious hearts
Who deify fear, for heaven’s quests
“Why jail our souls, in faith’s ramparts
And drench ethos, in bloody fests!”

With blood why wash, a sinner’s sin
And call it, will of God, august
Why gore be shed, in faith’s trade in
‘Bad’ brothers, be lost to, trampled dust!

Yet one more glitz, of baptized death
Same mob stares at, faith’s metaphor
How fear defines, faith’s shibboleth
Men’s impotence, When Faith Seeks Gore!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

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