The Gunpowder Of Abhorrence

He didn't get kiss of any loved one 
mother for long couldn't stay 
poverty hitting his life so hard 
he moved on perverted ways 

He thought the world is his enemy 
no one listened to his cries 
the cranky desire to win the world 
looming in his stony eyes 

Once upon a time he had a dream 
of joy and love-making tips 
peeping in the beloved's charming eyes 
engaging lips with her lips 

He wanted to serve humanity 
and had no wicked desire 
now the gunpowder of abhorrence 
anger burning as wildfire 

Killing creates thirst for massacre 
conscience hurting inside 
misconceived notion of religion 
giving false notion of pride