A Religious Prostitute

As unsettling as it sounds, some are saying the world is coming to an end
A disease from the far east, from an unknown mother, spreading like fire
While millions gather to pray, not seeing each other, but connected by hearts
Elsewhere brews hatred. Hunting men like poachers, ripping peace apart
Raping teh constitutions and leaving her on the roads to burn
Again, millions gather at parks, on the streets from place far away
All connected by hearts, by one religion, 'Brotherhood of Humanity.

I wonder if its coming to an end. Must be. Who knows.
Will I see my friends from the far West? I wonder.
Will my friend see me, I wonder. What if we die today? Would we ever meet?
But the Love that connects us all together. What do you call it?
Would you paint it with religion to give it a form?

While the monsters rule over us, sucking the marrow till all that's left is a hallow Nation
Some breed monsters in labs. Some breed monsters in their wombs. Some in thoughts and some in hearts
Will I ever get a chance to speak? I wonder. Will they listen? I wonder.
My experience says, as much as Romance brings forth Love, connecting people
So does Pain. I believe pain brings forth a stronger form of Love
The form that dovetails with the thoughts, diluting the boundaries
Giving us wings to fly beyond the gates that lock us down.

Let this day be a reminder, let it light my way for the coming weeks
If you call me a prostitute because I am letting my prayers sleep with many requests
Let it be so. I would rather let her sleep with requests to save the people, to comfort my friend who I never met
A friend struggling to tame the mind, Family struggling and sobbing silently
A nation burning everyday and the world that is scared.
I would rather be called a prostitute and pray for you, them and myself
Than be called a religious virgin and just worry about my blood.