It all goes back to Ayodhya, a holy land claimed so, Wretched human religious beliefs, seeds of hate they sow. The train it chugs along the rail she goes, Somewhere along the way an evil it did grow. The returning pilgrims with a religious blindfold, Then came the attack for reasons unknown. Godhra it was named, humanity shamed, There is no fire without a spark. Trapped. Stoned. Burnt Alive. Were they Hindu, Muslim or Humans in the fire? What reason could there be to spark such horrific ire ? The tales are a plenty, who speaks the truth? Who is the liar? The provocation was there and the reaction was strong And this you believe is a service to your god? Do you realize it begins at the divide? Do you realize you are blinded by lies? Take away your religion and see what you find. Take away your god and do you still see eye for an eye? How can you sleep with the blood that youve seen? Live each day, is there no guilt you feel? Do visions of those charred bodies not haunt your sleep? How can you still justify your religious beliefs? The truth is still buried and justice is not served Conspiracies are a plenty, 59 people burned, So many different stories, which one is the word? Who was the real demon leading the violent herd? This was just the beginning Of a genocide that was brewing The swords they were sharpening For the mass revenge killing In the name of a god. Your best imaginary friend In the name of a god. Its just good business in the end.
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