Free Nation
Every minute here
Is a moment of death…
I do not know who
When and where will
Murder me and say
That they have done
A marvelous work...
Together with Bible
Breviary and rosary
I am forced to hide
A dagger of switchblade
Under my pillow
These weapons are, yet
Means of psychological satisfaction
I know, in reality,
None could help me
At times of troubles and trials...
This is because
Death in the name of
Religion
Region
Society
Sect
Caste
Color...
I have no other way
Than trusting in God
And sleep – often -
An unfulfilled sleep...
22 December 2021
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2021
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