What is the use of talking now
Of power of love
And the importance of kindness
When you were the first to
Drop bombs and tear families apart.
You killed and then mourned
But never stopped your spree.
You say things have changed now
Perhaps they have.
Perhaps the big malls and
the shiny cities you built
Hide the ashes of a ruined city
But the wails of children
Still pierce the nights
And the blood dripping through borders
Still soak up sheets in million homes.
Can you turn a blind eye
And preach peace to the rows of graves
’cause the people you see
Are not people anymore,
Only skin hanging over bones
And brains filled with chants
Of useless fanaticism.
No don’t talk about the power of love
Not you atleast.
You don’t understand love.
Love is not when you build cities
With shiny fluorescent lights,
But when you hold the ashes of ruined cities
And feel hearts beating beneath.
The Broken Inkpot 