For what they were killed, they would never know.
Some zealots without heart, brain or conscience
The sound of bullets, music to them.
Meek cries, those frightened eyes, innocent faces
Nothing could melt their hearts which pumped poison
Insouciant killers, violence and terror, their religion.
The world is numb, humanity is profaned
Watching with teary eyes, will it ever end?
Stop killing in the name of religion for we all are same
Watching us up there, Ram, Jesus, Allah …what’s in a name?