With Tall Promises

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Ask sufferers What have to offer? In return for love and peace With aim of living at an ease Fact can’t be denied The Jews were carried Live to gas chambers Killing all their beloved members 6 millions to be sure figure We all knew about their future They were homeless and needed home There was no place to welcome It was shame on world politics They were settled in place with no basic Local population were made to flee The country was not to be same and free The past is to be forgotten It is discussed often Give right to exist Stop activities like extremists We all must live in harmony No safe land will be available for journey Fanatics are raising head Who shall be there to rule over dead? Leave aside religious belief And get some relief By acting sensible That shall ward of any future struggle

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