Monday, March 2, 2009

Hurtful Sentiments

Why do they hit me?
And simply watch me bleed?
Why can’t they see?
I’m human without caste or creed!

The church, the mosque, the elaborate temple,
They crash and burn, and collapse and crumble.
They weep for their beloved, lying somewhere in the rubble,
Yet they rampage on, trying to burst each others’ bubble!

They kill, they maim, they rape, they tease,
Passions burn and time will freeze.
When it’s all over, no lessons are learnt,
Just more bodies to be buried and burnt!

What’s the point?

-Aviv Nair
9/5/2008

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