Hold roses in one hand,
In the other a dove of peace;
Let's live side by side,
Hold together our souls;
Fight our common enemy,
Poverty and joblessness;
Holy Spirits disappear,
From Jerusalem 'A city of peace',
When hold guns and stones;
In the name of peace and freedom,
Kill own brothers and kin;
Seeping red blood
Flows in land and lakes;
Injured and dead lie in streets;
Why Abraham's land still seeks,
Sacrifice of his sons?
While angels appeared long before,
In the land of holy spirits,
Built temples and mosque,
Together, under one sky;
© sadashivan nair
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