God is in You
Hoisted on the onion Dome,
Or hoisted on the kalasha,
On the Holy land of Ayodhya,
The blasted bomb and the ripped head,
Yielded the same dark red,
Did the land of Holyness serve its purpose?..
Did the clasing of holy metals hung,
And the sacred words of persia sung,
Ignite to let the blood flow,
Or to let peace sow..
Oh you performers of holy rituals
You burnt the camphor
To let your followers smell
Or to let your followers wail
Oh you fool in spiritual Quest
They are who tore his vest
And the who came to Quench Mecca's thrist,
Are not found in walls with priest,
But are found behind your chest....
Why you search god in Altar?
Find your god in a Mirror........
Or hoisted on the kalasha,
On the Holy land of Ayodhya,
The blasted bomb and the ripped head,
Yielded the same dark red,
Did the land of Holyness serve its purpose?..
Did the clasing of holy metals hung,
And the sacred words of persia sung,
Ignite to let the blood flow,
Or to let peace sow..
Oh you performers of holy rituals
You burnt the camphor
To let your followers smell
Or to let your followers wail
Oh you fool in spiritual Quest
They are who tore his vest
And the who came to Quench Mecca's thrist,
Are not found in walls with priest,
But are found behind your chest....
Why you search god in Altar?
Find your god in a Mirror........
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