God Who Kills
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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In a room dark
I’m killed everyday
I can’t see the wound’s mark
As there’s no sunray…..
No religion no race
In the darkness
I’m just someone with no face
To be killed without trace…..
They could set me free
My stomach was empty
I was starved and lean
No way could I win…….
I pray for a little light
As anyone would on a dark night
To see where it hurts
When the bullet departs……
Hunger has stilled my sense
Can’t feel the death sentence
Still in the dark I pray
To a God who kills me everyday!
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