Serial Killer
when you put a noose around the neck of truth
and dragged her like a villain before the highest thrones of the land
before you hanged her to death at early dawn before our eyes of admirers blooming flowers
we hailed your ingenuity and bestowed on you the golden key
for easy access to the highest Rocks in the land
to commune with gods and immortals
when you shredded the garments of honesty in the noon
and burnt them to chars as we ululated through our celebratory nostrils
before you raped her to comatose before our eyes
we garlanded your cobra neck with the inventory of a whole gold mine jingling to Mars
when you set fire to the slender body of decency in the heat of afternoon
and lynched convention in bonfires of hypocrisy till it burnt to mere ash
we gifted you a harem of a hundred beauty queens catwalking your senses, filling up your dreams with rainbows kisses
but when the echoes of your silent hacking of an innocent girl into two
in the catacombs of your fetish lab reached the marketplace
we gawked and called you a murderer now louder than thunders
yet we refused long ago to see the serial killer in you unfolding
the first time you murdered truth before our eyes of admirers blooming flowers