Under Mask

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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The land was not to be red But it was read Between lines To be divine The land of curse To come up with remorse Who is to be blamed? We are all ashamed Not one side relents Feelers are sent Temporary truce is acceptable In anticipation for future struggle The ear drums have turned insensitive You have all become selective "Kill or get killed" The mistrust is solidly walled Neither Jewish people nor Arabs may agree Thy will shed heir blood for free The world has witnessed enough Who will make now last laugh? Humanity has cried a lot Worst kind of undeclared war is fought Did you people ever ask? What you are fighting for under mask?

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