Mercy
A vision wretched enough
To enter deep into your mundane existence,
Sending a chilling shiver through the nerves.
A revelation of a war torn past
And terror infested present collide.
A hundred timers counting down.
Your nimble feet
Touches the land of land mines.
There blooms not lotus,
But flames and screams of innocents.
A vision of your sacred blood and flesh
Makes you more vulnerable…timid.
Your prophecies went cutting across,
Wailing…all the way through.
The future, not an end to your worries
May be just an apparition of your hounding dreams.
Are you a pessimist?
How long will the blame game go on?
How long will this politics of hate go on?
A cluster of bones.
Will all those souls come back,
And ask for it once again to pay back the debts?
Huge debts that rip your heart apart.
Piles of curses,
For the errors that history has accumulated.
Traces of blood stains captures
Memories of your sacrifices.
Look into your target that cries for your mercy,
It is just the same at both sides of the barbed wires.
When will you stop,
Before God himself intervenes?
I have made a room for you to pray.
A room where you can pray not for yourself,
But for others who fought for innocents,
A room that will keep reminding you
Of all the massacres that happened in history.

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