Drawing out swords as a matter of choice,
Picking up stones in a moment of resilience,
The crowd bared its emotion and lost its innocence,
Only to find their long loved brotherhood vanish.
The matter tripped and triggered one over the other,
Blood boiled and spilled over the name of religion,
Friends became foes overnight,
And love was lost to hatred from that very night.
Sorry is a small word to convey for this,
Apology for the carnage would never suffice,
But it's not wrong to try, never wrong to apologise;
Because mere words of truth, sometimes, could heal deepest of scars in no time.