where three friends used to meet.
They were having fun time out
but the police dwelled in utter doubt.
Warnings were sounded thru' the mike -
By riots, pillaging tensions did spike.
Sectarian unrest went on the high -
Who? How? None really knows why.
Dividing beliefs, split on the heart -
Politics of rot set people apart.
The end of tranquil was on the start -
Dark, devilish path was on the chart.
So many in their teens didn't shine -
Surely an outcome by few undivine.
They didn't let the boy turn into man -
Grew walls around, put up a ban.
Communal flames unseen by open eyes -
Those elected by vote took us by surprise.
Brighter days of future were found in ditches -
A mother lost all to the devil's clutches.
Prasenjit©2022
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