I see dead bodies everywhere, blood and flesh

The stench of rotting flesh and rotten minds

And we want to save just our colour, or race.

If you ask the lamenting mother, who do you mourn?

Your child from Iran, or your daughter from India

Or the blue eyed son from Wild West?

And she with her calm but cold eyes looks at you

With disbelief and pain, the same pain that you

See on the faces of thousands of dead around.

She did not ask religion when they came to this world

She did not keep her milk and love for one race.

For her a boat carrying all her children is drowning tonight.  

A name, just a name on the cold black stone,

A name, dead now, paying for human intolerance.

Martin, you are just a name, inscribed-so cold,

Have no form or face to us, just a name in Ground Zero.

You have sized to exist a long time back, may be you have.

May be you do not feel love any more, but my friend

You still bring love and tears to others, who never knew you.

My love, today when I stand in front of the north pool

With invisible life gushing down, no heat can scorch you anymore

You are not just a name any more, you are the white rose

That kisses the morning sun all over this universe and brings hope.

What is a one night stand, a perversion?

A lust fulfilled or an empty soul rotting?

If it is to make me happy why I crave more

From someone new always? Why every orgasm

I have to fake and distant from bliss these days?

What is a one night stand, an empty heart?

Trying too hard to reach out and failing always?

A disgust, a tremendous nausea fills my cells

When I smell so many in my bone and flesh.