ON BLOODY BANKS

Am I a fisherman, on bloody banks,
With hat on head, and hook in hand,
I close my eyes, drop down my bait,
As time it runs, in hands of fate.

In name of god, exorcists reign,
With ruthless swords, more fishermen slain,
Shouts and cries, is all I hear,
As vandals spread, pure hate and fear.

Dark blood spatters, on blown up heads,
My peaceful pond, now bathes in red,
But I go on, still unperturbed?
My tears withheld, my anger curbed.

Yes I am a fisherman, on bloody banks,
With hat on head, and hook in hand,
I close my eyes, drop down my bait,
As time still runs, this time I pray,

God! Return my peaceful pond,
Its simmering waters and grassy lawns,
Let ceaseless joy and peace sustain,
The tears of heaven,for us ordained!?