Humanity Is Crucified Many Times! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I wish I could see

breaking open the heads

of the weeds of devil

what trigger pulled their skulls

to play with the blood of flowers!



Is their black scripture

that breeds the traders of death

so non-biodegradable?



Who will stop this?

When and how?



I wish I could go to bed

for such a next morning

when kids have no fear of bullets rain!



I wish I could see

all the killer hands

fallen and gathered like bad scrapes!



I wish all my words were bullets

into all the devil hearts

to stop the monster pump

that circulates the poison blood!