The Sarcrifice

The Sacrifice

As the sun rays broke through the clouds,

Signalling the birth of a new day

A soft prayer escaped his lips

“Protect me Allah, come what may.”

After the rooster provided the morning alarm

His trembling hands grew so calm

In it was a knife so sharp

Beckoning him like the notes of a harp.

I know not, who will be the sacrifice

An attempt to purify a heart of lies

Will it be me- the mute with no words?

Will it be you- the orphan with no cords?

You and me, one black and one white

Our survival has been a fight

I wonder if our colour will decide our fate

Give us love or hand us hate.

His knife comes down, and he whispers

“One last wish, before you wither?”

I have no wishes, I have no wants

Only peace and a thought-

I’m going to a place where I belong,

Where my skin colour won’t silence my song.

In the Name of God

In the Name of God

“There is a cave upon the hill,

Where the rivers freeze and the air is chill

It is there that I reside,

Go there to find God by your side.”

The words of the sage ring in his ears,

He sets on a journey, despite the fading years

Putting on a turban and a coat

He leaves without farewells or a goodbye note.

“I will return”, he tells the crumbling walls

A promised as fragile as the clay dolls

Crushing the snow under his feet

The cold outside is matched by his heat.

Days turn into nights, winter into spring

He walks on, his hope dangling by a string

Finally, from the mist emerges the cave

He feels like a king, a man who was once a slave.

He reaches the doorstep, expecting an enlightened view

All he faces is darkness, a scene Hades himself drew

The figure of the sage appears, by a shivering candlelight

In his hand lies a gun- what an ironic sight.

The innocent eyes of the boy widen, his soul feels so laden

The face of the sage no longer seems Divine

His voice echoes – “Sacrifice your life for the greater cause,

Many others wait in line.”

The voice of his mother calls him back,

Another childhood has been painted black

A thought so foolish, a belief so odd

Carrying a gun in the name of god.

Letter from God to Mankind

You ask me why I'm not there,
You ask me why I don't care,
About the raging fires so destructive,
About a hateful world's perspective.

You question my silence about the terror,
As the earth is shaken by tremors,
You wonder if I'm blind to the tears,
Refusing to see the growing fears.

Go ahead, accuse me of scripting the tragedies,
Indict me of finding no cure for the maladies,
Label the hand that destroyed the homes as mine,
Blame my fingers for drawing the border lines.

But when you run out of vices and hatred,
When you end your fight over places so sacred
The day there'll be nothing left to destroy,
No conspiracies to hatch, left with no ploy

Know that it wasn't me, it was you
The one who turned grey the sky I had created blue
Dripping drops of blood have made crimson the sea
What you set out of become, what you turned out to be.