Rape

There are terrorists
That power their guns with bullets
That thump through rib cages
And heart valves
Possessing shafts packed in cartridges
Ignited by hate and zeal
But in a different front of butchery
Self-issued licenses are discharged as ego-stamps
By explicit cowards holding handguns
For there is nothing as impotent
As a flaccid stump that loads on hate
And shoots bullets at unarmed prisoners
After all how absolutely grotesque
Is a ‘small death’ in war (la petite mort)
When all one sees
Is the apocalypse of love

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meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld. wordpress.com/

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