Pushed to the cliff’s edge
trapped in the shroud of the dead
his bullets killed indiscriminately
all those who raised slogans passionately…
His wounded soul
in turmoil
looked into the hole
words scattered all over the place
words took shapes
turned into pictures
of his parents, his wife and kids…
When he peeped through the hole
at the bleeding figures’ eyeroll
he was flabbergasted
his soul devastated
they were all
his parents, his wife and kids….
