My ten year old son,
Will ask doubts always,
When he watch TV news,
I feel proud of him,
But sometimes in dilemma.

'What these terrorists do mum? '
I scratch my head and say,
'kill as much as innocents'
Like we kill the chicken to eat,
They kill us to beat.

'Mum my friend asked me
Is Pakistan our enemy? '
I smile and say,
'No my son, they are our brothers'
You remember, our Grandpa,
Who divided our property,
Equal among uncles and aunts,
You saw how they quarrelled between,
To get a major share,
Death of Grandpa reunited us,
But shedding his own blood also,
Our 'Great Grandpa' failed,
To fulfil his vision.

'What problem between Israel and Palestine? '
Our priest told Israel is 'God's own People'.
Oh, that is simple dear,
An old story,
Of dislodge and misfeasance,
Forget and forgive is divine my son,
What human can do,
Only revenge and repress,
Hope 'He' will be back,
To save 'His' kingdom again,
From its nasty sins.

'No more questions my son',
You simply switch off TV,
And go to bed with dreams and hope.
All footsteps lead to,
The same path,
That is Love..Love...only Love...
My son,
Try to love...all,
Everything....
Nature and creature....
To emerge...
A new society..of universal brotherhood.

Shery Vincent

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