The Holy War

In today's world, my friend
I am unable to comprehend

Why is it that anyway you turn
Heads have wounds, hands have guns

Eyes are tearful, the dove's afire
And every act arouses a new ire

Another one killed and someone cries
They're barbarian, we're the good guys

If God is omnipresent, is in everyone
Can one kill someone, and not Him some?

I am not a Muslim, nor a Hindu
I am not a Christian, nor a Jew

Love is the religion on which grew
Where did we get the venom to spew

Let's go out again, bask in sunshine
I'll hold your hand, you hold mine