the world's pandemic
The world’s dark pandemic
A Pure blood, a mixed blood or a half blood
East, west, south and north there is no difference
Rich or poor, what matters it’s that inside the one’s heart
Never blow your own horn, nor laugh at one’s fall
Neither inflict a wound twice, nor judge what you not sure of
Prejudice it’s a virus that kills
A weapon that destroyed many lives
Like a hungry fire in the dessert, it burns all hope, to plant hostility
And Spirit of avenges to harbors in the young minds
Love is no more; a person is mistaken for a prey.
If we harbor hate, we will reap despair.
Hone them whilst still young
Love them whilst they still care.
Victory is still ours, if we fight
We can still stop this pandemic