We Are Sorry
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Anil Kumar Panda
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You beat your chest
And cry
You think again and again
And try
Nothing will change
Because it is strange
This sick mentality
Of a part of humanity
Who are born to kill
Like blood to spill
And they see salvations
In beheadings and mutilations
And you go on trying
They will leave you crying
For they are sons of
A strange God
Who feeds on flesh
And drinks warm blood
It is for His happiness
They are working
Either you fall prey
Or go on forever barking
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