Blood everywhere, another life gone.
Blood everywhere, another one born.
Antagonism and happy folk,
So many still empty and broke.
Such humanity tomorrow, yesterday and today.
Egomania - one of our thick-headed ways.
Blood everywhere, another life gone.
Blood everywhere, another one born.
Old being pushed,
Gold being brushed.
Another gone, Another sword
& returned you will be, to your Lord.
Slowly, then all at once outspread,
Howitzers which have led to death.
A chance you were given,
Choose- Hell or Heaven.
And on that Day your deeds will be exposed
Not a word, a thing 'll be hidden.
A time will come, so shall you discover
A little too late but that will be; Your only chance would be over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And on that Day your deeds will be exposed If we all really believe in it how can we kill anyone? If we kill someone it means we don't really believe in it. It started when third caliph Hazrat Uthman was killed by Muslims followed by battles of Jamal, siffin, Neherwan, ultimately killing of Hazrat Ali and Hussain bin Ali. How do you see our past history?