Gather around
and hear me preach.
Open your eyes
and see me teach
'bout a guy and girl
about fifty each
who to each other
the life they leech

Of so called love
they built a life
two chidlren a home
barely a strife.
But a silent intruder
an unseen knife
would come in between
this man and wife

The love they shared
was nowhere to see
when distractions ran out
and pride ran free,
not even their child's
heartbroken plea
could melt the ice
between he and she

Some years passed
of this icecold fight
they started to move
avoiding their sight
no talking or sharing
less turn on their spite
their children ignoring
it all out of fright

But they stayed together
in good times and bad
even though in most of them
someone got mad
their children learned
how to be  good lads
but also found out
that love's really sad

The message here is
that where love starts
it wont grow and continue
without work from its parts
Learn form this couple
and their hatred darts
In the end they left
four broken  hearts

In the end they left
four broken hearts.

Oh, we hear them prefer to a child as ugly.
In  truth, there's no ugly people.
Not if, we are made in the image of God.
We just surrounded with folks with ugly opinions and attitudes.

There are beautiful people.
Except, we opionate on those that we think are blessed.

There are no ugly people in the eyes of God.
We are all his CHIDLREN and blessed with love.

To learn to love unselfishly.
Adapt the ways of a child and notice various things.
They don't judge harshly.
They don't love likely.

If taught kindly.
They love blindly.
What others love to see?
They only see kids playing.

What races love to teach?
Is what kids will later begin to preach?

My country and your country....
I don’t know what's that.....
I just know it's our world...
So let's end up wars and fights...

Everyday people are diying.....
Oh! Chidlren are turing orphans and all are wailing and crying....
But what is the media and government trying...
Only they make two countries wars to be multiplied...


Is  it my India Or is it my Pakistan!

No one knows Diwali as Ali and Ramdam has Ram...
It's all what they know is to use their arms...
With money and muscle power polish up their charm...
But never know during their revolts thousands are harmed...



Is it my India Or is it my Pakistan.....
We have made to learn Pakistanis are bad...
But during-"All Indians are my brothers and sisters" I feel quite sad....
Leave for it we know once India and Pakistan were united.....
But seriously what was the reason for being divided....


Youth just open up your eyes...
I know it's a tough journey but we need to give it a try......
Only we can make the dead's families tears dry.....


Wake up now or you will lose.....
I know the only correct path you will choose....


At last let's bring back India and Pakistan in their correct order.....
And obliviate racism and borders.........

Jermy sotp
don't **** oold peopel
**** bbaie inseatd
use infitnity ganuelet to destroy the chidlren
the infinity guanlyte you recieved from game stop
do it
emperoro palistine voice Do It!