Atop a Stony Cleft

Atop a stony cleft, a raven; sits upon a stake
Itâ??s black beak, delving into the eye socket of a human head
The manâ??s body, hidden in darkness; a spring to rivers of red
In the manâ??s right hand; a cross is held, a symbol of his belief
Next to him lies another, his head beneath a stone
In his hand; a crescent moon, a star between the points
Both, alive; were brothers, now they lie in hate.

Upon a plain of fire and ash, children wander through endless smoke.
Dead are their mothers and father, so too their siblings and friends
Yet one memory still remainsâ?¦
It was preached by the church leaders of old, and the temple priests
It was called out from on high towers, and now none shall know peace
â??To kill an infidel is not murder; it is the path to heaven and Godâ??
Hate now broods in the hearts of the young
Fuelled by the whispers of the bloodthirsty dead.

War upon war is fought, when will the killing end?
Fields of women and children, along with husbands; all dead
A field recently ploughed, a fertile land long without use
The field of death has been found
Beneath the black earth, an arm and a leg
A head of a new born babe escapes the griping soil
Blood covered with sod, clings to its pale face
One side of her skull broken like and egg
The pieces protrude inward, slicing the tissue inside

What has become of mankind?
Was religion created to bring death?
What has become of peace on Earth?
Has Allah, God and Vishnu abandoned us?

Where is Heaven? Where is Hell? Upon this glorious earth they both do dwell.