When the sounds from the play ground fade When the last baby of the earth stops crying
All the men will yearn for that eluding one
Years after years they pray for that knocking one
And just as the years pass by with no apparent knocking up
We have found a solution to the problems of any religion
No more birth and cursed with years of infertility
We will have our long awaited solution on terrorism
Amidst the raging fires and the fast paced missiles
Amidst the burning tombs and the torched towers
One mother with her one baby after years after years
Be it a muslim, be it a christian, be it a hindu, if he is human
Will bow and chant his prayer and touch the son
Be the son a muslim. be it a christian, be it a hindu, if the child is human
As the woman walks with her baby over the million corpses
The remaining human will crowd her to safety
Be the mother a muslim or a christina or a hindu
Cuts like a knife.
Deeply felt .. unsettling.. esp the start is very poignant ..
too sensitive..i must say this one is terrifying!