The world has changed quite a bit in last ten years. It has become more of what I never wanted it to become. As if the demons, I'been running from - have taken life.
Not that it wasn't foreseen. This world's been racing towards this future since a long time - this race started a long before I was born. This world is what, you believe or not, is what we all been sweating to bring about.
It's a dilemma that mankind lives in, it yearns for love, yet all it does is to farm hate.
Miles and miles wide,
are the fields of hate.
I see people sweating
laboring to death, and ensure
an abundant crop.
Not slaves of labour,
I talk of 'learned' beings,
feeding demons to devour,
all who are not family.
Miles and miles wide,
I see ripening fields of hate.
Yesterday, I heard someone cry
Why this flood of red-
What wrongs did I do?
What mistakes did I make?
Why this pain?
Why my efforts, lost in vein?
It's a dilemma that mankind lives in, it yearns for love, yet all it does is to farm hate.
Is black to be abhorred?
If all is Lord's sheep -
even the darkest corners should carry
a sprinkle of light.
Hope cannot be dead.
Not that it wasn't foreseen. This world's been racing towards this future since a long time - this race started a long before I was born. This world is what, you believe or not, is what we all been sweating to bring about.
It's a dilemma that mankind lives in, it yearns for love, yet all it does is to farm hate.
Miles and miles wide,
are the fields of hate.
I see people sweating
laboring to death, and ensure
an abundant crop.
Not slaves of labour,
I talk of 'learned' beings,
feeding demons to devour,
all who are not family.
Miles and miles wide,
I see ripening fields of hate.
Yesterday, I heard someone cry
Why this flood of red-
What wrongs did I do?
What mistakes did I make?
Why this pain?
Why my efforts, lost in vein?
It's a dilemma that mankind lives in, it yearns for love, yet all it does is to farm hate.
I wonder everyday- what am I to write about? All I see around me is hate. I dare not say that such is the ultimate truth, but it does has become the moment walking with me.
It's clear what the Lord does and why He does so. Each are his sheep, and none can be left behind. Yet, I am left to guess -
Could Ki
ever be,
pure light?
Could Ki
ever be,
pure light?
Is black to be abhorred?
If all is Lord's sheep -
even the darkest corners should carry
a sprinkle of light.
Hope cannot be dead.
It' the dilemma I live in, I yearn for love, yet all I do farm is hate.
Who am I? Where am I to head for? Is this home, else is this a foreign world?
How large am I? Am I as large as a proton? Else am I as tiny as a galaxy? Am I the men who dirties his room, or am I the guy who keeps this soul clean? Am I free, else am I another puppet to be?
Is this real, or am I in a dream? Is this freedom, or another jail?
Are we human, or are we too a demon, else, are we just a brethren struggling to grasp the meaning of love?
It's a dilemma that mankind lives in, it yearns for love, yet all it does is to farm hate.
How does one spell LOVE? Can someone, please, teach me...!
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