Hope is another name of faith...We have been having the same roots & had the same forefathers, yet some people divided us apart by creating a Boundary in the name of religion & land, yet it all can be absolved if we share love & food instead of bullets. We have lost some young men who had all the rights to live a good life. Hatred is indeed the weapon of mass destruction, Brotherhood can only be sustained when the people come around & share a peg. Instead of stabbing your neighbor, start loving them. lets share a beer or for that matter a can of coke too, if it can help us spreading our wings & lets stop this hatred. No religion or land is above humanity. Bingo to Coca-Cola Company for creating something like this.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Ritualistic Realties
for the weaker & for the needy arises when the dreams of a lost,
mass shatters & yet the boy struggles to make a mark for his sovereignty,
A story left behind to rot in the pages of history, A revolt of thousand more,
brothers it demands, Yet when the time comes I know i will be the one fighting,
for your causes, Spread across like a christian church, A stigmatic approach,
on the devil's head wont serve your cause, Humor as it may sound will never be the same, Blood as it may seem will flow like rain,
Surmounted with a pressure to lead a tribe of a few men & women, A leader in me,
of our own people, A motherless child hopes to get some justice for the killers of his mother,
A faith nevermore appreciated on me to create an efficacy for the masses who have been following,
me in the path of darkness, Justice as it may seem was never in our favors, A law framed was,
always against us, Now its the time to fight fire with fire.....flood with flood & an eye for an eye...
Forgiving the searches, I bestow to dig it up in your soul & fill you with a dirt of my hatred,
Courage to the world, Courage to my soul, I need the hammer to break your skull, A solstice,
Approach it is when i take my revenge for my people. Wait for me father, I am coming to you,
A victor may it seem, but there is some sorta hollowness pilling up with this bloodbath, A guilt,
inside building up for the acts of mine, Never forgiven , this is the end i was always avoiding for.
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