The grenades soar over invisible borders
The arrows will strike, the heads will roll
They know not of the paradox they create
They weaken the limbs, they strengthen the soul
Their thoughts follow no thread of reason
They know not their cause, and neither do we
They charge ahead, burning with vengeance
Injustice, a vehicle for brutality
History, not learnt from but used instead
As seeds to sow irrepressible pain
In the young and restless minds that will
Repeat mankind’s mistakes once again
Of what use is religion, or the path of God
If they head in the opposite route, steadfast
In their belief that the world must be cleansed
His name on their lips, murder in their hearts
4 comments:
The purpose of such acts is to poison our systems with fear.Sadly all of us succumb to it.Disturbing indeed.
u said they 'know not their cause' and then u specify religion at the end.. thats their cause basically..tinker ur poem a bit otherwise its prtty gud
Heart-wrenching work here. I happened to stumble here from Manasi's blog.
I think its fine the way it is. Sometimes no matter what religion teaches one, you dont really know what makes you go. It doesn't always have to to with religion. Well that is one.
And then, when you come back to God or saying 'what use is religion' its kinda like your exploring the path or your trying to understand these differences.
I donno I like it the way it is.
I like it....the only thing i have against it is the hint of a judgemental tone.....tsk tsk somu :D
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