They left to defend your honor They left to defend your shrine The false promise of your heaven In their juvenile minds Armed with evil heavier than their own weight God, Tell me why the snow is red Tell me why my brothers are dead
They left to defend our mothers They left to defend our wives The passion burns in their blood To protect the last child Shouldered with the burden that the uniform dictates Minister, Tell me why the snow is red Tell me why my brothers are dead
There is a strange turbulence in the air The wind reeks of wanton violence I feel the same rage, I feel the same pain I yearn for peace and risk your hate With your answer my mind might change So, Tell me why the snow is red Tell me why my brothers are dead
This is not a political position. This is a humanistic position. I have tried my best not to be misunderstood. So please try your best not to misunderstand me.
black like the color of his hair when he left home at twenty like the darkest of nights he spent counting the grey of the stars as if stroking the grey on his mother’s head b l a c k like the dress he bought for his daughter for when he’ll get to see her again like the gun that adorned his hand while his body bled orange white blue green b l a c k like the lines on his sister’s face when the kohl raced with her tears that spilled out of her eyes while life spilled out of him like the son his grandmother got to see- her flesh and blood in flesh and in blood burnt, buried, dead just ash b l a c k like the broken bangles on his wife’s wrist as she tried to piece his broken body back together her heart crumbling with grief while he crumbled away from life b l a c k like what once had been red and colorful happy amorous is nothing but just plain dark veiling the stars in the casket grey the sky rests like the tiny dancers of gold and honor on his shoulders confined within a coffin cuffed in tricolor but underneath it all it’s all just plain black.
Here's to the soldiers who dangle between life and death, day after day, just to keep us civilians safe. Here's to our armies. Here's to their families. Here's to wanting peace, because retaliating with violence only brings more of it.
Born like other I also have Mother i am teacher i am teacher some call me call teacher Some call me cheater Do u know I also am sweeter.... Some call me weird But to make your son best i always tried To imped evils from the side of devils.... I saved your sibling from waste I am the Teacher I never Haste I never Fuss what money I get I give u my life and U BET !!! I nourish your son When you yourself shun... Still you treat me like a best !!!! You Slaughter my Heart and Cook your feast !! Still never mind I AM TEACHER I AM PREACHER....