Barbarism is the child of man not woman. <br />It dies a dogs death every second, when the kind awakens in men. <br />The pangs of labor are not unknown. They are nightmares, holocausts. <br />Man before being kind is stupid. To be stupid is manly to be kind is men. <br />Temples, churches, mosques have been defiled, idols smashed, books burned. <br />Ideas imprisoned, thoughts buried, minds muffled, voices muzzled. <br />Heads have been rolled, blood has been let from veins for vain, with mirth. <br />Free has been the ethic of the spineless. Vertebral column remains fossilised even today. <br />Soldiers do not belong to a nation, but man is a moron, alas if man was a woman. <br />Soldiers belong to the weak. They protect the weak from the aggressor. <br />Soldiers don't own their heads unlike cowards, <br />the day they wear uniforms they gave it to the weak, their motherland, <br /> they have hearts, brave hearts. <br />The mother in return gives them valour, scratch proof, water proof, fire proof, all proof. <br />To behead a soldier you have to behead his valour. <br />Try to touch it, if you can. The nationality of the soldier is immaterial. <br />Man can only drive a knife through the jugular of his spineless civilisation, <br />Go try and touch a soldier.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beheading-2/
