Self-doubting faith, of that, skull-capped man
Seeks fear, in you, his nemesis
For whom, world ends, beyond Quran
Lives, loves, to death, divine malice!
What spurs today, his hate, his fear
Is it, thousand years, of estrangement
With the, modern world, for a, faith austere
Whose life, became a, sacrament!
Who spilled, bad blood, to nurture hate
If not, prophet’s, war-cry, for jihad
We are, the faith, which we create
And also, fear, in faith’s façade!
Alas! Fear found, its faith, at last
For Satan’s win, God fell, from grace
Parody of past, for an age, aghast
Enigma Of An Angry Race!
© 2019 Vikas Chandra