One day your children will ask

Answering them is no easy task

You will indeed reply

You will smother their cries.

Dad, what is this thing called war?

Dad, why do they stretch a fight so far?

The tears will well up in your eyes

While they will toss and turn at night.

Mum, why do innocent children die?

Mum, where will the helpless women hide?

You will gingerly squeeze their hand

But the one truth will not stand.

If you could find the answers

If God could grant you the chances

But how do we tell them?

How do we introduce our children to hell?

Wars just cannot be understood

The terrorists will always use the ugly hood

The politicians will toast to hatred

With money the enemy will be tempted.

But one day it will all stop

One fine day, the bombs will not drop

We will all wake up from this nightmare

We will not get trapped into this snare.

Everybody will speak one language

Love will send us on an eventful voyage

The nations will forget their loathing

Indeed a new day will be dawning.

That day is not a mere dream

Our wishes will not be muffled by a scream

Just believe in God?s prophecy

And put a cross on infamy.

Jesus sacrificed himself for us

In Allah we will always trust

Buddha was another messenger

Lord Krishna awakened our conscience deeper.

You don?t need a temple to pray

In our hearts the One will forever stay

He said: ?Lift a stone, split a piece of wood

And you will find Me?.

<B> Krishnee Appadoo</B>