THE FUTILE CONFLICTS.
They did not encourage brutality,
 Neither did they read it from a scripture.
Who are you… to dictate mortality?
ALL religions fit into this picture.                                                                                                                                                                           
It takes colors to make art elegant
and a bit of effort to make them blend
with a keen eye you’ll see… ALL COLORS ARE RELEVANT.
Are these religious conflicts going to end?                                                                                                                                                              
Put down your weapons & lift up your arms
Not a religion supports violence
Now let’s listen to these dreadful alarms
Someday there will be a calming silence
We shouldn’t have to suffer from one’s wraith
Especially when our ONLY mistake was having a different faith.

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