There is a war inside us
There is war going inside us all the times.
There is a terrain, miles away from here, where the war in going on.
With people killing other people, hating their very own kind with all their might.
Are they hating others or only themselves?
Are they thirsty for power or of feeling worthy?
Are they shedding blood or all the humanity?
Why did we started killing in the first place and stopped killing in the second?
Why is it that despite the centuries of sins and terror we sustained as a race?
Was it an outcome of the deity or our innate need to love each other?
Why are we threatened by the one who is different?
For they are the very reason, this race survived.
If there were no deer there wouldn’t be a beast.
If there were no flowers, there wouldn’t be a tree.
How could we spare the time to hate each other when we have so little time left with us and the people, who are also in this little time, longing for nothing but love?
We didn’t forgive the one who hurt us or could we not forgive ourselves?
Our naïve selves that did not know any better, our innocent hearts that fell in the ploy of being alive; that is inherently capable of making mistakes for the sake of survival.