The Intolerant

I don’t like what you eat

I don’t like what you wear..

I don’t like the names of Gods

you take daily in the prayer..

I don’t like customs you follow

Neither your happiness in rituals..

I don’t like you being on streets

Simply can’t stand the awful visuals..

I can’t let you have choice of love

Even when I don’t know the reason..

I am offended if you give an opinion

I categorically term it as treason..

And yet I think you are responsible

For all the hate I have for you..

You should be punished by me

For not doing the things that I do..

And I still claim to be the better man..

I still think my type as supreme..

And I will make the world a living hell

For those who dare to dream.

– Charn