The sound of throttled fury,
The ricocheting of muffled guns…
Creeds forced down the unpracticed cords,
Swallow or face a close-range shot.
Success from some,
Failure from the others…
Blown skulls and splattered blood,
Take responsibility and bathe
In the bloodied glory…
Now, what use are your creeds?
Tell, what Loving Allah is so inclement?
Perhaps he eats human bodies,
I surmise, he could be a carnivore!
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So nice poem....When you say Allah is one! Pray as sincere one Why force others to follow? When there is only name to grow Just in the name almighty Pick the word “pity” He is showing mercy to all Wait for soul’s call