Another old one, came to mind one day while flipping channels and all you could see was blood, blood and more blood. Am not referring to any particular religion or sect of society but rather, to the concept of fighting against someone's beliefs when you can no more prove yours than you can disprove someone else's.
The fragrance of rich devotion
Lost amidst the stench of blood
As life, once treasured
Is now cast aside
And a hundred shining faces
Have their lights turned out,
Lie scattered in a garden of corpses
History repeats itself
While towards an infinite eternity we progress
In hatred and anger, little knowing what fruits
A bullet may reap
In the hands of the misguided..
As all time stands still
And the din of the billions fades away
Alone each man must face his death
And the after, 'What dreams may come'
He alone will know and answer to his maker
But meanwhile, his loss will be lost
Among the red hues of living men
And it will be said - 'His last breath
Will be avenged by the millions' death'
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