Don't you feel yourself in you?
The soul, the spirit, the remnants of your conscience?
Be you a Christian, a Muslim or a Jew-
Tell me in which Holy book was it permitted to
Kill yourself and take others with you?
As for you, my master draped in an extravagant suit-
The one against terrorism, the one of peace!
You breed terrorism, innocent lives you terrorize-
You lead a war and without a grave my mother dies!
Who am I to write this? Who am I to talk about
Peace, War and your "Oily" dreams?
I am one of the million voices that can speak...
Than can hear human cries and screams!
You defy the rules made by your ancestors in the
Room you made to maintain "Peace" at all cost!
You invade lands with utmost apathy-
As far away we protest and our protests are lost!
Among you, THOUSANDS are not in your favor
They want your war and your BUSINESS to stop!
Like us- they are ants in your ant farm...
The season is still ripe and you keep reaping your crop!