Unleashing the beast within becomes the sole
preoccupation of those infused with hatred
with a laser focus on vengeance for assumed
wrongs carried from generation to generation
in a primitive environment of violence where
tribes and clans carry their burden of hostility
proudly stoking it like a comforting fire where
honour lurks at the crooked finger of death
always eager to make a pact with creatures
given to psychotic menace. Where tradition
instructs those launching terror on the frail
unsuspecting make decoys of children taught to
admire and trust those bearing lethal weapons
whose threats echo the thrill of a lifeforce swiftly
withdrawn, bodies seeping blood as their spirits
decamp. Instilling in the impressionable young the
nobility inherent in the power to destroy an enemy
with the honour that accrues to those dedicating
themselves to the pomp and ceremony of death's
calling card; a final message of farewell in the
solemn expectation of martyrdom, innocent dead
spirits trailing after the warrior shaheed, a gift
from the faithful to the all-powerful who applaud
another shining atrocity, sending fireworks
skyward as a tribute to yet another victory
where death proudly gifted reigns supreme.
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