The Living and the Dead

We lay with tired heads,
Hiding under beds,
The echoing sound of firing guns,
Through rising and through setting suns

I plead forgiveness for things I have said,
As I pray for the Souls of the Living and the Dead.

Dreams going hollow as they were denied,
As mothers and sisters helplessly cried,
I weep for the lives of those who come to be,
Because the end of the race, I can foresee

There is no need of Death and Sorrow and Misery,
Which leads to the Darkness of HISTORY...

                                                   - Amun Khot