And the gruesome acts done on the most innocent victims
Who have no say in the world politics,
It takes me more pain than joy,
To mention that love exists.
The mysteries that one undergoes
In the name of spreading the immortal love
That is bequeathed in the struggle for human position
Yes, the world is poisoned
And love exists only in the air
Those who take the mantle of declaring holy war
In the name of protecting the sycophancy
And asking for the skies forgiveness
Yet causing untold suffering
To the many young, feeble and unawares
And clasping on Kalashnikov
Chanting slogans of hatred
Leave one loathing being born into this earth
The world has become drudgery pain
Causing the cries all over
Living in fear of subordination
…and hatred
We all ask for some recourse
And call for the peace, which has since become elusive
That we eat, drink and live in hatred
Against other mortals for the sins they do not know
Is this worth the life?
And whose life are we living in anyway
If bombs, atomic energy, WMD and hate speech
Spewed from the same mouths which call for love, and peace
It only remains a hotbed soup that works with guns for guns
And not love, compassionate and tolerance
That is surely the pain of love!!
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