Cry my beloved world!

Blood screaming today in London
Blood of our brothers and sisters
Screaming from everywhere.
In the hinterlands of Syria
In the antique lands of Babylon
In Mesopotamia
In the land of Pharos
On the mountains of Sinai
Blood screaming loud
Day before in Mumbai
London
New York
Paris.
In Kabul and Karachi
In Nigeria and Norway
And everywhere.

Blood screaming from the streets
Of hatred splashing fear everywhere.
In the dark labyrinths
of agonies and anger.
The pools of blood,
And the stench of the dead
In Paris, Beirute,
Mumbai, Ahemdabad, Delhi and Dadri.

The coloure and creed of hate
keep changing,
in search of imagined heaven
or pure countries.
By lynching, shooting,
burning or bombing
In the name of God,
In the name of freedom or patriotism.

Guns get made everyday
In all sizes and shapes
Automatic,semi-automatic
Well designed to play in blood
Quickly and swiftly
In unspeakable rage
of imagined revenge
In schools and streets.

In the barren landscape of conscience
Guns of muscle and money
In factories for 'security'
Guns that burn the hearts and minds.

Bombs of Bush
Never brought freedom
Anywhere.
Mutated in to macabre of hate
In dark webs
in search of fresh blood
everywhere.
The weapons of mass destruction
In the injured minds everywhere.
Angrily in search of imagined enemies
Blooming in to flames of hell.
Seeking heaven
in the mutilated bodies
Of the 'other'

Promising freedom,
and evoking fear
Promising security ,
evoking insecurity,
In the marshy lands of mistrust
Seeking enemies ,
infidels and the 'other'
Everyday everywhere.
In the name of God,
In the name colour
In the name of a country
In the name of doctrines
In the name of cow
In the name of a flag!

Processions of coffins
Of children, young, old ,
and dreams
In the graveyards
of poetry and politics.

In the lonely despair of night
I took the world in to my lap
Touched every city,
Every country, continents and streets
Everywhere it pains.

In a feverish anguish,
Of children in the millions of wombs
Waiting be born
In to a planet of fear.
Everywhere it pains
Tears in the graveyard of dear ones.
Everywhere it pains.

We shall overcome someday,
the fear with love and hope
We shall wait for the truth
To replace untruths.
We shall wait for light
To erase darkness.
We shall wait for the real
To remove the unreal
We shall wait for life
To remove the dead-minds
We shall wait eternally for love
To erase our fear

Ohm Shanti, Shanti, shanti.