by vpundir | July 25th, 2005
In today’s world, my friend
I am unable to comprehend
Why is it that anyway you turn
Heads have wounds, hands have guns
Eyes are tearful, the dove’s afire
And every act arouses a new ire
Another one killed and someone cries
They’re barbarian, we’re the good guys
If God is omnipresent, is in everyone
Can one kill someone, and not Him some?
I am not a Muslim, nor a Hindu
I am not a Christian, nor a Jew
Love is the religion on which grew
Where did we get the venom to spew
Let’s go out again, bask in sunshine
I’ll hold your hand, you hold mine