Today.

 

Blood runs red and tears black, 

In violence we  compensate for

What  in character we lack. 


Spurn the saviour 

Fell the messiah 


Embrace instead the angry pyre 



Yield to subjugation, slaves we are 

Why elevate oneself? 

Compassion is a dream too far. 


Every kindness deserves a brutal reply 

To succour the corrupt 

While the innocent cry. 


Turn on each other, kill and maim

If ‘the others’ are not hurting 

Why play this game? 


Worship instead in your temple and mosque

Golden thrones of empty air 

And not a single deity who deigns to talk. 



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