Interuption
It's curious, finding
the way to God's truth,
Men knotting their
faith as holding it fast,
If called wrong, they
fight with nail and
tooth,
By words they first
attack, then sowrd at
last.
Methinks it wrong to
fight with men for
God,
Who made the earth,
stars, moon and sun
in heav'n,
In face of religion, see
disguised fraud,
Can't God himself
keep his foe driven?
He, who makes blood
run in veins of men,
Provides lungs from
huge air stores,
And food he feasts
from oceon, air and
plain,
Do need you fulfil
that Mighty's chores?
A man's needed to
have his faith inside,
Unlike rough, smooth
air raises good
smooth tide. Hashim
nizamani.
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