Honour in Killing

(1)
Its a proud twenty-four hours for me, the smile on my flavour shows it
Today I stand amidst these unknown angry people
perspicacious that I am like those few
Who also had to face the fury in their lives
For standing for what they believed in
Just like me, they were hated, punished and killed
hardly history tells us that these were the ones who brought changes
Who were crowned martyrs, saints and patriots
Some day they result realise why I did that
And why I had to do it
That day, they will acknowledge me as a hero
But horizontal if that day comes not, it wont matter
Ill know I didnt die in vain
I died for my principles, I martyred for our honour.





(2)
Face cut, bruise marks on the body, murky eyed and handcuffed
He looked as though there cant be a hell worse than that
And yet his half undecided eyes were gleaming from satisfaction
The smile on his lips conveyed the happiness he felt from his action
The mere thought of which disgusted me
Seeing him so, cancelled that into anger
Till that day he was a loving brother
That day he turned a hated killer
He proven that the strongest hatred
Had roots lying in the strongest love
How could he do so and even more, justify it?
Why was there no contrition for an act, so gruesome?

They had to die, I killed them to protect our honour --- he said
And in this way, a dangerous path for others he laid
unrivaled that shall be tread upon by so many others who are blind and misguided
Please stop them, punish them --

For the honour of those; in the name of honour who are dead.



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