REFUSE, REBEL, REVOLT

We, the new-sighters, need peace. Our new-sight is not fully grown. We want some mercy to be shown, to let us know what was foregone. Our bright homes have been blown, there my parent's corpse sown. We, the pubescent, need peace. We miss noises of classrooms but hear noises of guns and goons. At nights, we couldn't sleep with our fears and a half-filled stomach. At day, we neither play nor go out, whether I'll be back or not, my parents live with the doubt. We, the grown-up lads, need peace. We need friends, work and families. In disguised militant justice, defence  and bluffy jurisdiction's assertions, we find our lives wasting. We, the aged, the tired, need peace. Having worked all life's course, we planned for stability to endorse. Nevertheless, peace and stability maybe obscure. Our arms couldn't lift the load of our brave son's corpse. We, the humans, need peace. Wars, hostages, encroachment, disputes are all vocab of the elites. We abhor militant natio...

Oh man! Oh my creation! Have I created you like this, Haven't I embibed in you, my glory, my mercy, my kindness?? When I commanded you to kill, people who praise me in different forms, people who search me through different paths, people who call me with different names?? The children you kill everyday,  come to me and complain about you my creation, the nature, the pain they couldn't bear. They show me unstitched wounds. What I created, destroyed my creation. I try to calm them in heaven but the catastrophe of earth, doesn't let them sleep. Where does this insanity come from.? For a piece of land, you shed the blood of your own brother, for that land that never was nor will belong to you. You take revenge from friend, the friend closer to you than me. You feel jealous, You become selfish, you forget, for you, what he did. Oh.. my bad, you don't mean friend when you say, God when you praise, love when you care and solidarity when share. Oh man.. Come back.. you've g...