I cut my head
I bleed
they call me a heretic
yet when the puritan
lays a bomb in a train
or blows up a mosque
their collective conscience
does not prick
somewhere as I write this
another new bomb
begins to tick
an entire community
they cleverly trick
the power over religiosity
of a dynamite stick
a single click
a silent wall weeps
a rebellious brick
on the quick
terrorism
on the soul of humanity
just for kicks
Qatal Hussain asal main marg Yazid hai
Islam Zinda hota hai har Karbala kay bad,
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