“I had come to India to kill the Hindus”
Says 20 year old Usman aka Kasim aka Naved
A terrorist
Who was caught and arrested
A few days ago
He further says, “It’s fun”
He is from our neighboring country
Is it a neighborly act?
I sincerely hope
Our neighbors to realize
That the place where hatred is born
Gets burn itself in its flame
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Wake Up!
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I surely hope you are right!
Yes, yes, yes. so true. This is important for me as an American, since my country exports so much hatred and war. But here, that singular face, the horrible comment, “It’s fun,” what could be FUN about killing another person because of their religion? A hard poem to write, I’m sure, but very important. Thanks for stopping by my blog… Amy
May the hatred burn itself out and both countries live in peace.
A provocative topic for a poem but am sure it was heartfelt
p.s. hatred is the hell we all can feel and have to resist acting on in the extreme – we have such neighbours living in our midst.
“Fun” used to be kicking about a soccer ball. Indeed- may the hatred be burned out.
I have the same feeling, when reading of Swedish people leaving to fight for Islamic State… the fun part is something that is especially chilling.. there seems to be a certain part of population (of men) that are always on the lookout for violence… some become terrorists and other becomes gangsters of football hooligans… I wonder what made them so.. hatred yes, but also something other..
This is a chilling reality today, throughout the world but especially in your area. You express that concern so well in few words. How sad.