An Ode To Love

Trapped within walls,
He screams,
Temple bells chime, Church bells toll, the Muezzin calls
But God screams
What mother has made of Child.

Incompassion does not have a soul,
Every sould does its bit,
Hatred does not have a soul,
Every man does his bit.

Ruthless you have to be,
Else the world will step on you.
Compassionate you have to be,
Else your conscience will step on you.

Oh!I live in a world,
A cold world with a colder heart,
We could all do with a little love.

Oh!I live in a world,
A loving world with brothers as foes,
We could all do without love.