I Am A Murderer

And this sentence is not used first time in poetry So don't be too moralistic And charge me for being unethical or unpoetic Listen to me with patience, please One day I was watching crime petrol A popular programme on a popular TV And glued to the fact that how children are kidnapped And sold to a woman who happened to be An owner of a house of child shelter, Later she sends the children to powerful politicians After misusing them sexually They either cut the children into pieces Or strangulated them until death And throw them under dark in gutters Or pack them in sacks And dump them near piles of dirt One after another cases were being reported in the city Police did not have any clue And I was getting angry Police catch hold a man A suspect of this heinous crime The relative of a business tycoon He got a minister to threaten the police in return For being interrogated without sufficient proof Now my anger rises up to the cloud level Blood is boiling I feel lack of oxygen to breath The cause of my anger is not that the children were Personally someone of us But for the reason that the perpetrators Once on a stage showed their great patriotism By worshipping this mother land And abused and threatened those who do not worship Mother land like them Here I find one thing Criminals are more aggressive in showing the act of false, fake patriotism Than the normal and honest people of this land Perhaps a mosquito does not like this view of mine And secretly sits on my neck But before it cuts me Just in one slap I kill the mosquito I think I should have driven it away rather than to kill it and become a murderer.