Come, come away to Peshawar
How can God be great?
141 lying, dead, there—
Does blood lust ever sate?
I believe, you believe,
But we believe different things—
Whose God is the right one?
Do we follow imams, priests or kings?
Go, go down to Peshawar
Do we bury Hope along with the dead?
Do these souls Archangel Michael credit or debit?
Is there not a better accounting instead?
You believe, I believe
Though played to a different chord
But, for God’s sake, please remember:
Leave vengeance to the Lord.
Weep, weep old Peshawar
Take time for sorrow for all fathers and mothers
And after the last anguished tear falls
We all will still be sisters and brothers