The Divide
I wonder about the time
That was long long ago
When the boundaries were built
When the sacred lines were drawn,
which no one dared to cross
When people divided themselves
into religion, caste, sect
into nation, class, race, color
the neverending list, that goes on
within the divide, a greater divide
Sometimes it was their choice
Sometimes it was, just how it was
That's how it became we and you
that's how it became us and them.
Then everyone claimed as superior.
The world grew colder with hate
The world in fire with rage
There were roits and wars
Innocent men, women, children were killed.
But it was not enough.
It is not enough
It will be never enough
Oh the curse of time,
things are forgotten with time
Though it may tear some hearts
But who cares about little things
In the big mighty world
little lifes don't matter.
But why they do
What they do?
They may blame the God
But we all know it isn't.
It is all about power
Insatiable desire for power
To feel powerful
To feel like God
In the Godless world
But I tell you when time comes
To save us from ourselves
There will be no God
To save humanity from humans.
It will only be you and me.
Poetry by Shamshad Alam
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Written on 2018-08-03 at 17:33
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