how does thou rest when thy soul and its spirit are
dressed in attire where the shirt is drenched
of angry vile and trouser pockets are filled
with mire, sewn of threads for a coward
thine ears must hear the wailing and the cries
from children’s lacrimal spilling eyes due to
hunger of bellies and broken hearts from
mother’s arms, having been torn apart
is there no shame in thy heart for all the pain
caused and gravity of your actions, for the
tasteless words projecting of thy tongue
to propagate hate filled protractions?
