What we want
Just believe
And live
With some ideals
And deal
How come these two hands fire
On crowd or person who is praying prayers
Singing hymns and bowing head
How come killers don't hear verses and or read
Why their hands don't shake?
While making life to crack
Leave it forever and never return
This is ugly thinking to enter heaven
What mentality they have got?
When innocent people are caught
Between cross firing and grenade hurling
There is no peace and rest while killing
We can say nothing
But can't go after crying only
Cursing their plan
And fail to say what we want!
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