Let justice be served

The bell clangs,
Bring the culprits,
Summon the jury,
It is time for justice,
Jury be damned sire,
We killed the jurors,
But,
What about justice,
It is in a stone sire,
It only hits the guilty,
Watch,
Aims to hit a child,
Allah-o-Akbar,
The stone hits the child,
Let justice be served now,
The stone was guided by Allah,
The child is guilty,
Guilty? Of what?
Something sire, something,
The stone cannot be wrong,
It is god!

Vultures

Cut all the chains,
Rush out on the streets,
Burn the ropes,
The night is serene,
Dance around the fire,
It will be a feast,
Carved out of corpses for you,
Course after course of meat,
Fear not,
Be the vulture you are and eat.

Kill the cyborg

Kill the cyborg,
For it does not let you live,
A resistant parasite,
Gorging on your life,
Bit by bit,
As a caterpillar does on a leaf,
It grays and strays,
Till you are left alone,
And all you have is a clone,
Sitting in front of another machine.
In another time zone.

Interesting debate on Hijab

Sanity Where Art Thou?

You ask me to know worldliness,
When all I desire is eternal bliss?
How can you be so blind, insensitive; selfish?
Open up your heart please,
Look beyond the mirror,
Find and stare at the glass,
Its not you, nor I,
Its a ghost,
An empty shell
Walking on the cliff edge, as it rains,
Dripping, soaked, insane,
Laced with malice,
Sadness laden, clanking like chains,
As days of yore, stop and restrain,
A prisoner within the brain,
Just let go, do not strain,
Or it might snap,
And end up deranged.

To be a human'ail or human'oise?

I thought being a snail was enough,
Till I realized it isn't,
Better be a tortoise,
Not fragile and vulnerable,
But an armored omnivore,
For I have to fight with beasts,
Who wear masks and veils,
Carry weapons and stakes,
Crush everything that wails.
Not monsters of the dark,
Dismissed for being unreal,
But sophisticated with knives and spears,
That hack, cut, drag and shear,
Beware o mortals for they crave to be our fear.

Graveyards

Slumping down in an abyss,
Plummeting to the bottomless pit,
There comes a moment of silence,
Of being at peace,
Not caring or withstanding,
Any desires or needs,
Just sinking deep,
Within the knowledge of being one,
And the warmth of being received,
Received where,

Collected skulls and bones are resting in eternal silence,
Rattling in boxes, rusting, being eaten away by moths and spiders,
This is where my heart dwells,
Without any gaps getting wider;
Step on one, step on five, scatter,
What does it matter?
It is my home, or will be when I desire.