Rivers of Blood

In these rivers of blood the poems flow
Let them eat away your cancers
Those eyes filled with silent hatred
Those hearts dressed in the crooked religion
How long before we realize?
That all the gods, the one without names
The ones with a million shapes
The ones forgotten with time,
Each one of them is silent.

While you and I dance like puppets
Preaching the greatness of our religions and God
Preaching how beautifully we fucked up lives
I wonder if this is what the Gods wanted.
All the titles that follow our names,
the vast knowledge breeding in our heads
Does it even matter?

Do you feel the hatred when we shake hands
When we make Love, when we kiss each other
When we talk about the good old days
When sitting in the same benches
and eating from the same plate never mattered?

These black wombs men carry, who is to blame?
Is it my God or is it yours?
If only we can shut up and listen, try to comprehend.
Try to live like kids.
If only the skull caps dont look scary
If only the idols with numerous shapes wont bring laughter
If only the men dont claim to be healers and Gods
If only we could live like Lovers and Brothers!

May be then, at the end of these rivers,
We shall all see one Sun, burning high in the sky
shining the same light on all of us.

May be then the rivers of blood will disappear!