“O Bachchoo, where did it all go wrong? When you thought you were justified all the way along? Beholders, though, have different eyes and thoughts And fantasies they say they can even prove in courts! --A million protests done -- nothing more to say --And now it’s dusk, the trees deserted, the crows have flown away! Who fear the dark will now kneel down and pray O, Bachchoo yes, your dark hair has gradually turned grey…” From Insaanity, by Bachchoo Three children, the youngest just six years old, were brutally murdered, eight more and their two guardians injured at a...