(Published in Countercurrent.org)
Oh house of Gods! Oh house of Gods!
Temples or Mosques
Churches or Synagogues
Displaced they stand—
A black stone
Rectangle or phallic
Does it matter?
In streams refugees pour out
Bloodshed, Gore
Hatred and More
More and More
Ring- a- round the roses
Pocketful of doses
You think when they Burnt,
Singed, they would have learnt…
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Sadly, they never learn, Mitali.
Maybe … at some point… perhaps we can hope?
There’s always hope. Yes, there has to be hope…