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.