Intolerance, where is thy abode? Human’s most heinous felony, you’re
Poor souls feed up their obscure religious and racial ignorance under your vein
Upon your prejudiced belief divergent views metamorphose, and bitterness grows
In your arms vile cruelty finds refuge, human lives bleed on your palms
With your infectious paroxysms of narratives you turn human’s mind
into a killing field, and tear down white garments of unity.
Intolerance begets intolerance;
Upon its pyre a synthesis arose from the ashes where
thesis and anti-thesis had burnt in negation
From that synthesis, a new intolerance is born
It grows; blossoms like a flower; and the world goes barmy
It continues to thrive……
Intolerance, your subtle splash of light entice our dysfunctional retinas
With your lens that captures nothing, but indifference, minority, extremism …..
in the eyes of one another
You nurture controversies; the whole universe is heated,
and every rhythm of unity is silenced by the vast realms of unending destructive wars.
Until when shall we poor souls see the idiocy of destroying one another?
When darkness closes its sleeping eyes in the middle of the day
and we pour souls bow to the call of the great unknown mortal
then we shall have left our fingerprints in a centrifuge for posterity to judge
We shall not be judged based on our religious affiliation, racial background,
Or colour of our skin, hair, or eyes, language…..
But we shall be judged against our intolerance.
Across the bridge of after death, when we account for the life spent
There will be no Christianity or Islam or Buddhism or Pharisaism……
There shall be no African or American or Asian or Caribbean or European ……
There will be only immortal souls united in one creed of immortality
Then we shall all cast aside our strings of intolerance
And our souls shall be robed with garments of eternity to rest in peace.