The sky turned black with dense smoke
As everything on the ground fiercely burnt
Police vans, school buses, cars and tires
No discrimination as to what to be torched
Violent mobs ran amok, swirling weapons
Swords, sticks, bottles, guns and bombs
Houses and shops were gutted brutally
As the innocent children and mothers wept
Face crushed with tears, a baby asked,
“Ma, why this anger? What is religion or politics?
Mother wiping her flowing blood, tears, said
“That is something, the ones safe at home can have
That is the weapon to kill, ruin the weak.
We, the poor, have no right to understand that
But, only to keep running for food and shelter”
From a teacher, to the parents 