Barracks

There are ways of killing
suppose you kill a child
whose caste and creed
are not yours
is outlandish, also a murder —
killing.
When you talk religion
you weave in phantasmagoria
chilling.
When you say that history is
what I will, you kill history
remnants of bones and dressed
in black drapes.
You assault.
You murder
and then you twist a nation
into eternal forbidding barracks.

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