On spilling it, don’t resent, gore
“Why Should, You Shout, So Much!”
Fear is, faith’s, meanest metaphor
Travesty of, Godliness, is such!

Don’t the Shias, know, nor, do Sunnis!
That R-US-sia, play to, the gallery
For the price, of crude, faith’s felonies
Fear is, a façade, in faith’s, finery!

Why faith’s chasm, bursts with, holy hate
Ain’t dichotomy, a benign, misnomer!
Between massacres, and a, ‘nothing’ murder
Whose ego, didn’t fear, satiate!

Whilst a, martyr basks, in vainglory
A revolution, sighs, requiem of, a dud
Bemused world, awes at, the zealotry
Of A Faith, Baptized In, Oil And Blood!

© 2020 Vikas Chandra