The Man Who Knew 9/11 Too Well


How you, poise prudence, with that ‘Brotherhood’
Which seeds, in souls, faith’s fanatic jihad
A tomb stands now, where your, fortitude stood
Vain warrior, you once wore, that royal façade!

Was Bin Laden, happenstance, not a friend!
You weighed, in gold, and faith; not sins
Then his fear appeared, to you, godsend
Who prayed, for ‘Salaam’, o’er Kaffirs’ skins!

Wasn’t enigma, at all, your new avatar!
A moth, who mimicked, a firefly
Who sold, half-truths, in lies’ bazaar
And loved, to flirt, with his, past’s alibi!

The moth, did succumb, to his inferno
Who dared, to redeem, his heaven, from hell
A brink-man, dissolved, in his own shadow
The Man Who Knew 9/11 Too Well!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

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