Nathuram Godse
a
poem by R.A. Jacob
Well they say He was not,
I also believe He must not be,
Or I too will be caught.
Yet the bullet did it's business,
It killed The man of peace,
We thought He would unite us
After Him, none could cover the breach.
Rulers never killed Him,
They knew there would be riots,
Our own Indian killed Him,
He considered He was right.
Two brothers lived together,
They loved each other for sure,
Then someone sowed seeds,
Brotherhood was no more know.
Now we have blood thirsty people,
Ready to fight once again,
Creating terror every now and then,
Leaving the world in pain.
Reginald Ajay Jacob
