In the darkest Part of life,
When good looks bad and bad looks good,
Where wickedness is made to thrive,
Man's concience is left to brood.

The value of a drop of blood,
If respected;then peace would reign.
When religion kills like a flood,
Which man would live to hold its reins.

If religion is vendatta!
How then will peace prevail on earth.
Is human blood for limbo's data?
If so, religion's peace is dearth.

Nine eleven was a great nightmare.
A dent on the intelligence of higher homo sapiens.
Maybe if all men were mares,
Nine eleven maynot have occured.

A man's whose concience isn't seared with hatred,
Will compromise for the sake of peace.
Love and wisdom is the path that peace threds
And never forget religion is a friend not a fiend.