Of Peace Shackled

Stacks of cryptic scriptures

Ancient and of age old 

Has shaped one millennia

And held it's virtuous mould

Of oneness and of tolerance

They teach, they preach 

When single prescript broken

Cannot withstand the breach

Beclouded by obscure notion

Riots over minute discrepancy

Cloaked in righteousness

Hides venomous tendency

The white bird today bathes in red

Blood spills now soaks up the land

Sharp blades of professed identities

Plunges deep and peels the skin

Of ones they've once called kin

Adhering strongly to ideologies

Enough to blind their reason

Minor discord now rings of treason

Spiked fences and impenetrable wall

Only seperated men further apart

With lines and borders arbitrary

They marked and labelled the Earth

Deluded and unaware,

Of what they own belongs to none 

Forgetting all are made of soil

And there we shall soon return

Here they cry and seek for peace

While standing on the graveyard

Of the ones they've killed.

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