O you who made from the hungry and the poor his fight
How will you protect their right?
When hate is your hearing and your sight?
Hate generates no light
How will you rip apart the veil of darkness?
When you hold no lamp
O you who declare the key to open the gate
How from your inward
and outward you cannot differentiate
When the inward is full of hate
What kind of movement you want to create
When the outward is the reflection
How would it lead to any perfection?
But to further distraction
O you who want to reach a complete vision
By introducing more tribal division
Where are you going with this heroism?
Away from any unity and holism
O you who want to defend the holy land
Like a lunatic dressed in a rational mind
His eyes are widely open and his heart is totally blind
When you recognize the prophetic inheritance hand
Why won’t you relax your mind
The prophetic inheritance is
a Divine Love presence
Women kept dear to the heart
Flowers spreading the scent
How would this inheritance bring justice?
But through LOVE
What justice would you bring?
By drowning them in the ocean
Of your anger and hate