I don’t want to sound selfish
as I believe I am not,
well, that’s everyone’s faith
yet I can’t help rolling back to myself only
and not to this burning world.
It has been, is and will be
like this, always smeared with blood;
who could forget the scourging,
thorns, nails, lance
and those five wounds
for a single Man?
Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.
I am not given the responsibility
of this spinning planet
to make it whirl in my way.
Rather unlike previously
I have learnt
to bridle my tongue.
Now it discriminates
words and foods;
my feet, so used to strides
try to grasp smaller steps, now;
I try to let the Beauty and the Beast be.
For Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.
I feel the change in me;
I have no want;
only when my eyes behold
the war torn Syrian children
holding a poster of Pikachu,
asking the Pokémon Go crazy world
to find them and rescue,
my heart bleeds;
words birth
I breathe silent prayers
to fill the air.
Bloodshed is Eternal.
So is Love.
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