Is it neither this or that?
Terrorist or not?
No one’s trapped in bludgeoning layers then this confusion
Bombs mutilate everything and anything, Check the pulsating heartbeat, the sons of the soil are killing themselves,
But who is the killer and killed, are all woven and spun in the same fabric, being cocooned into one giant maze lit underneath the canvas,
Dark colours and frail bodies, painting in conjecture and deliberate paradox, in the hoax, one party akin to the cunning fox,
As the Ox’s hump of the greater Brahmin Cow, a cow with a humpy hump, pumped into blood sugar merging from the dry supple berries,
The supposed Aeires come and hit the shapeshifter, and proclaim the imagined Ram, to fight it to death in hilly terrains.
To achieve gains for the reigns of an epoch, ruled by sides of the few, terming one as Terrorist, in the garb of a new phase.
People are in woes, saddening flaws, the inches galore in the claws, of a cat’s paws, hush it off,
The body claims and time-ticking whispers begin to surge, in chocolate fudge where everyone is lost in all confined spaces.
The races begin, and the patriots form their thinking streams, flowing to formulate ideals of ideologies, all claiming one thing,
Who is the killer? Is he a terrorist? But why are they who you have annexed say they are not?
Violence in preponderance, causing a nuisance, surging clutter and muttering the chatting parrot.
Harlots sleep in the warmth of men, in the war they enjoy the manly scent, all look the same or is it?
Penetrate anyone, among stylized imageries in perpetual existence, in sky-high dominance, in many glances, all looked terror inflicters.
But, Is everyone the same in this canvas of supposition, the preposition in the already positioned narrative, of beings that we kill are terrorists,
When they kill, we are protectors of democracy! Gaze in your souls, do not see autocracy. But are we not autocrats ourselves?
The ploy is too thick to solve, reign in, barge in, perceive and conceive, it's all a fake ploy of convenience in connivance.
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