I just tried putting myself in the shoes of ones of the many victims of recent terrorist attack in Mumbai...

My life is less real and more fake

There is unwilling effort in every breath I take

Some call me brave, some say it’s fate

I have only one answer that’s “Hate”

It’s hate that taken my man from me

My own specie is the enemy

Wish I was staying in a forest

At least I would know who not to trust

This world is so difficult to interpret

The sympathizer could be the culprit

The politics I do not understand

I just beg you to put this to an end

When I sleep I fear the morning

The new day sun brings more agony

It slaps me with the reality, the pain

I close my eyes to end this, but in vain

I now understand what’s handicap

When your life and dreams are ended by political crap

The politics I do not understand

I just beg you to put this to an end

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