Man is never sick
Of the severe nick
In circle divide
Put humanity aside
Hiding in the hole
Religions play the role
All the opposite faiths
Sword unsheathes
In the other’s back
Stab and blood slake
For heinous acts
Divide men into sects
Everybody behind
Terrorist of a kind
To banish others
Sisters and brothers
Muslims and Jews
And Christian hews
Hindus and Buddhists
Are all fascists
If they deviate
And alleviate
The real teachings
And the preachings
Of their saints
Differently paints
Who is to come?
Dispose this bomb
Of jaundiced eyes
What’s, who’s and why’s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brilliant again.. i liked the questioning at the end.. regard prashant