Then by what impulse the crazy hath
Girdled them selves with hells wrath
Washed, trimmed, broken last bread
Ablutions done and prayers said
In vacant eyes the *****’s dance
gnome, sprite and demons prance
to them the virtuous virgins appear
in twisted rants, been made clear
in a distant heartless gaze, is set
the wonton fury of death beset
they know the fold, of a holy light
no smile or pain nor scattered blight
as they walk up to a mundane life
in a flash meant for an ugly strife
a kid there eyeing a melon ripe
hurrying woman for her child’s gripe
old man bent under gathered wood
Watchman shaded under flimsy hood
Bikes stand helper pulling a chain
bearded mullah at a holiness feign
then Lucifer’s cue, a horrific boom
for life to thrive is left no room
implode explode is one big mess
blood flows ample to mix in a cess
visions of rapture? a rainbow ascent?
tears and death in dungeon’s descent
shred up gore is the burden of earth
The love and life in a tore up hearth
in shards of metal and sorrow, sent
To unholy thoughts and acts is lent



original
saadat tahir
02nd Jun, 2k13
Islamabad.

Rationale:
Suicide bombers and the aftermath…
One can not forget the ‘premath’ of drone attacks either, that kill and maim countless hundreds, just as arbitrarily, just as callously and thoughtlessly.