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Chilling/curdling the innocent/timid blood with terror
might have become the pressing trend
with this rising cult,but not new rather
put to habit everywhere and all the time
since time immemorial.But every time
this leaves the world wounded,diseased and petrified.

Whom should we blame,whom should we mend?
Whom should we cite as example before the misled?
Is or is not something behind all these,and if it is,
is it itself the system or against this eternal perpetuation?
Does it happen to be answers to the questions
prevailing since before or just rising questions
from the pond of petrified answers?It is
no doubt at work but our numbness and mumbling
are just remarkable!

Note it,nobody is to be credited as a saviour
of any one.neither I nor you!
The mass getting butchered ever and everywhere
belong to no nation as like their butchers.
Everyone here surrounding the fire
pretends to be eager to put the fire off,
but in fact enjoys the rush,the loot,the shout,
the smoke,the flare till the devastation is complete.
Then only sense returns to count the bodies,
to move the half dead and at last 
to cry for the missed and the lost!

Still,droplets of blood,
shed or bled to save the dignity of the same
is just the ink-divine,to ascribe words
in glory of the heaven.
Ignoring the ignoble noise,
and consigning the heart-breaking debris
to forgetfulness,the subsequent resounding silence
without support from no one walking or talking
engages itself rebuilding all that is lost
till another tide of dehumanization returns!

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