Faith has no colour, blood did have
For them who openly, madly
Spilled blood of same colour, not faith
When hell struck Bataclan concert
At Stade de France and elsewhere
In Paris, land of connoisseurs
Mad blood-tainted hands of revenge hit
Open gun fire and suicide bombs
Immature world forced battlefield
No dime, no reason for massacre
Shrieks echoed through night till distant lands
Shards of glass piercing pristine soul
Did they fail faith to deserve this?
Where’s the echoed peace, humanity?
Why’s there division in races?
Let’s pray and unite, as we can
Forgive the follies, move forward
Peace be to lost souls and their kin
©Sunila..
A poetry of prayer for elusive peace to bless ‘lost souls and their kin’.Touching.
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Vijay Nair ji 🙂
An elegant, touching composition . In fact, a soulful offering of prayer to the lost souls and to move on and unite together with the bond of peace.
Thank you so much for your delightful words and appreciation, Shamsher ji 🙂