When have my men turned cannibals? <br />Running amuck here and there <br />Searching fellow men’s flesh for meals. <br />And killing each other in full roar. <br /> <br />Books- one of their hand do bear <br />“The Holy book”, tells the cover it wears <br />That says don’t harm even the tiniest living <br />With their other hand doing the killing. <br /> <br />As them why. <br />For my god’s sake, they cry. <br /> <br />Now their kids <br />Whom they felt <br />That in god’s hands they left <br />Roam in roads <br />As poor little orphans. <br /> <br />Oh great poet <br />Once you said <br />“Religions are just like shirts one wear” <br />Now we want to tear <br />And roam again as nudes <br />Hoping atleast now for some peace.<br /><br />Putholi Arumugham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nudity-preferred/
