In the end its Muslims dying,
In the end, its mankind crying.
No difference of Sunni-Shia prevails,
When life and its meaning derails.
Death is sad for all of life,
Just adds meaning to our strife.
The soil of the world shall remain to be red,
All the people still filled with dread.
No matter how much time passes by,
No matter how we raise hue and cry.
And all these conflicted beliefs,
No sight at all of any relief.
Sunni and Shia are all the same,
And as Muslims, come to fame.
To the enemy, we are all alike,
Wouldn’t care to put us on spike.
Stand together, stand tall,
And for once we won’t fall.
(Hoping for a peaceful Muharram all over the world)