Which fury, sparked the, heart of moth
To kiss the blaze, for a vow, of faith
And what, bewitched, the soul of troth
Which martyred him, to a squandered wraith!
Where ends Quran, begins jihad–
“Infidels are, meant to, be slain”
Why faith, flaunts, a fear’s façade
To establish tombs, of human stain!
Is heaven’s vow, opium of his soul
Or the yen, of six dozen, virgins
For which, he makes, ‘infidels’ pay toll
How a faith, redeems, its martyr’s sins!
Is it call of faith, or a battle cry
“Allahu Akbar!” What it means!
Is it faith or fear, which they defy
Those Who Love, Their Faith, To Smithereens!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra
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AS A CHRISTIAN–ONE OF THE “PEOPLE OF THE BOOK”, I’M NOT SURE WHERE THIS WORK LANDS. BUT IT IS WELL-WRITTEN, AND PRESENTED AS IS. LOVING ONE’S FAITH TO SMITHEREENS?
Many Thanks for reblogging my poem and your very kind words. Much appreciated! I am humbled.
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