I wonder how we often sleep
By Tabrez J. Siddiqui
I wonder how we often sleep,
Frightened minds, and life is cheap.
Mayhem, chaos on the streets,
Evil stalking up our sleeves.
Bombs go off, guns ablaze,
Nights are long, dark are days.
Mothers weep and children cry,
The good go by and innocent die.
The devil whispers in their ears,
Vengeance, death and bloody tears.
Twist His Word, and blaspheme thus,
Rush to Fire, and fear Him not.
Of “Division”, wars I have heard,
Of murders, burnings I have read.
Of mobs, of schemes, of plots, of hate,
Of loss of love and wicked trait.
Evil succumbs to force of good,
Good prevails, when love is food.
Listen my country, my desire,
Cast your hatred in the pyre.
Terrorism, violence we abhor,
Death, destruction at our door.
The ground is red, the earth has bled.
Take this piece to the innocent dead,
Come, join us in our newest spring,
Fly in peace on our golden wings,
Of mercy, love, compassion we send,
From dust we come, into dust we descend.
[Tabrez J. Siddiqui received his doctoral degree from Max Planck Institute for Biophysical Chemistry, University of Goettingen, Goettingen, Germany, in 2006. Currently, he is a Research Associate, Department of Psychiatry and Brain Research Centre, University of British Columbia, Vancouver, Canada. Email: firstname.lastname@example.org]