The sweet nothingness in the sound, I hear,
The calm hesitant demure in children, I see,
The masked difference, I feel among the people,
The land I know as Kashmir...
Questions on answers and undeterminable thoughts,
Cutting across doubtful consolation,
Heaven on earth run by the devil,
Paradise unscathed but scarred...
Friends as one person they greet always,
In a group, the "altruists" meet,
Setting thoughts so whorish in innocent sights,
All they think of, is to fight...
Fight to justice, Fight to judge,
Fight to destroy, Fight to kill...
The kids so innocent, still will,
Believe what they say to them, Believe what they're 'shown',
The belief is fanaticism... Cant they understand,
Mohammed doesnt love your children more than ours,
He doesnt love YOU more than us, He loves all, all but ONLY those,
He doesnt love, only those he is not in favour of...
The ones who use his name to 'cleanse' the world.
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