sometimes i wonder

sometimes i wonder:
where there is smoke there must be...
where there is hatred there must be...

at the end of the day:
and how about another clich??
when all is said and done...
and...and...

like i was writing:
it's only a matter of time...
when we turn to dust or ashes
pick up some dust for me, some ashes, anyone
and pray tell me its religion or nationality

meanwhile:
we will continue to drown each other in hatred
am sure it is written in some book
oh words have such longevity

meanwhile also:
those who seek love, understanding, pyar, ish'q
would be shunted, ignored and called names
and condemned to the fringes
this also is life where
clich?s reign supreme
like un-ordained prophets
dancing in desertís infrequent rain-storms

meanwhileÖ
i will go for green teaÖ
wait!Öit is called green teaÖnot becauseÖ!