STILL IN THE MIST
In vain shall not the sacrifices of our Patriots go,
towards harmony, our minds must grow.
I dread witnessing the violence in the name of religion, I surely do,
it has been the misfortune of our land, nothing new.
Isn't it an inane quest to prove what you preach as the only supreme, the only one ?
what should have been made really simple, have been made with torturing turns.
Just fancy what heights your hate has conquered, has reached,
if the agony of others make you rejoice and has you pleased.
And let not the poison of extremism render you unable to see the crimson colour in a pool of blood,
putting an end to this decimation and pogrom, we must emerge out of this persecuting mud.
towards harmony, our minds must grow.
I dread witnessing the violence in the name of religion, I surely do,
it has been the misfortune of our land, nothing new.
Isn't it an inane quest to prove what you preach as the only supreme, the only one ?
what should have been made really simple, have been made with torturing turns.
Just fancy what heights your hate has conquered, has reached,
if the agony of others make you rejoice and has you pleased.
And let not the poison of extremism render you unable to see the crimson colour in a pool of blood,
putting an end to this decimation and pogrom, we must emerge out of this persecuting mud.