So swiftly, snap, the jugular vein
With the, scream of faith, Bismillah!!
May the beast, too know, before being slain
It’s a martyr, to the will, of Allah!

How resplendent are, these fests, of gore
Ibrahim’s lasting legacy!
There can’t, be a, greater metaphor
Of faith, in the throes, of fear, galore!

There lay, the genesis, of jihad
Where lust, of blood, is a sacrament
Fear is, the truth, beyond, faith’s façade
Martyrdom, a farce, which we invent!

Blood W(rites), the epic, of existence
Man’s graffiti, fading, on time’s wall
The truth, of faith, and fear’s pretense
Blood W(rites) It All, Blood W(rites) It All…

© 2019 Vikas Chandra