As if, it had to, last an age
Blessed blood, of Nazareth, had to dry
Many angels born, past that outrage
…For a war to wage
Yes! Passion Had To Die!

Blood’s a game for those, who don’t heed
The wisdoms, of a holy lie
For a creed to grow, from a sinning seed
…God’s banished breed
Yes! Passion Had To Die!

Ends the race, against the chase of God
Where quenches blood , of manhood’s high?
To reinstate, a fancy flawed
…With a new jihad
Yes! Passion Had To Die!

Oh! Why spent away, thy ageless soul
On a God unspent, o’er thy aging sigh
From martyrs’ mound, for heads to roll
…Pay the tenets’ toll
Yes! Passion Had To Die!

© 2016 Vikas Chandra