The mutton-seller butcher I saw with wonder

Mindlessly commits a dozen murders every morn

What is in his mind when he slashes their throats?

Those innocent lives killed to feed his customers

The butcher earns his money -- we call him honest

Can we call him a kind man ? Blood soaked his vest !

Skins the butchered lambs which can't complain

Don't the lambs pray to heaven when they cry out in pain ?

Bleeding carcasses hung from lifeless iron hooks

Does the butcher read any kind of holy books ?

Whose creation is the butcher ? the heartless man !

We made him a butcher , we sculpted the Terrorist

In our mindless societies does God exist ?

© Bishwanath Mukherjee

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to dove........... sorry I couldn't use your labour !! Thanx for trying your best to help with picture.

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Oh, bishu---very thought

Oh, bishu---very thought provoking write! Love it. The imagery really brings out the stark reality of the subject matter.




...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Thank you nightlight1220

Thank you nightlight1220 for reading and liking ... sorry I failed Dove in getting the picture.. It's too difficult for me !!