They existed even then,
When you existed too.
Neither are you separate from them,
Nor are they separate from you.
You arrive with an unyielding resolve
To wash away the grime of dogma
Caked upon the human mind,
Yet it is those very dogmas that keep their world running.
You did the exact same thing back then,
You do the exact same thing even now.
But they have learned from their mistakes,
The ones they made in the past,
Of hanging you upon the cross,
Of forcing you to drink poison in the public square.
They know that doing so will only make you immortal again;
If they shoot you in front of the crowd,
You will become immortal once more.
Now, they too have grown far more cunning,
Now, they will first defame you,
And then make you vanish,
So that no one ever finds a trace of you.
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Author:
Devender Kumar (
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Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me?
I would go through them, I would burn them up together.
Good to hear from you again. Nicely written it speaks the truth about martyrs and their making. Nicely done
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