Death Of A Terrorist

He laid his faith

In the casket of his body

His eyes wide open

In a pool of blood

Seeking those faith sellers

Who created another God     

 

They asked him,

To itch God with bullets

And paint it red…

They taught him

That religion is just

Another game of dread…

 

In the search of God

He sprayed bullets

Into the crowd unknown to him…

Silenced the buzz of the market,

Turned men, women even kids

Into a heap of limbs…

 

Sitting in a safe place,

They goaded him

To sacrifice self for God…

As if steps of the staircase

To heaven is made out

From drops of blood.

 

For them, he was just

Another number,

Another martyr for religion

Who got killed in a senseless war

Fighting for their supremacy

Never asking for reason….