Divide

Like a blunt knife,

Being driven through our impenetrable skin,

Our blood leaks onto the pages of peace,

We do not have medicines or band-aids,

For we traded them for our weapons.

We have lost empathy,

For people who care for the weak

Are being mocked for their generosity.

People who preach peace

Are being called delusional madmen.

People who now raise sticks and stones

Are being called ambitious leaders,

And people who kill for their bloodlust

Are being called freedom fighters.

We are finding reasons to fight,

Claiming colors of nature for our own creed.

Our festivals of light are being turned into festivals of brutality,

Mercy has become a gamble, and forgiveness a myth.

They say that all hell's loose,

I say there was never a sanctuary that ever existed,

Our peace was so brittle

That even the slightest side-eye

Has us gauging each other's eyes out.

They say that in such trying times,

We must keep faith in our Almighty,

But the divide among us runs so deep

That someday we'll come after our own families,

And that it won't be blood that'll flow,

But tears that will burn and tear the ground apart.

Just as no compassion could quench man's hatred,

No liquid will quench the barren land.

And this shall be the emergence of a new era,

An era where the creatures will maintain a brittle peace,

A peace so daunting and spirit-wrenching,

Waiting silently to be broken into a million pieces.