Friday, July 31, 2015

Funerals and farewells

Your confession did not
bring back my life
Your tears if true,
some solace it tried
Your children - no difference
to me they made
Mine were orphaned,
and still remain.
Your faith, my faith
were both the same
But my friend our mighty God,
in this - had no say.
My kabar had no garlands,
no processions my way
It had bits of me though
(nothing much remained)
Yes, I've forgiven you
for taking me away
But if you'd walked free,
a thousands may rise again
For they have no religion,
no Gods you will find
Only terror holds the reins
to their sadistic minds.

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