Are You Beautiful Yet?

We’ve let beauty be radiant rays,
Ignorantly wise men of faith,
Loosing our strengths to smiles fake,
Depriving each other,
Knitting hate a dress.
Hear cries of another,
A time of true give and take,
Rowing boats to a land of faith,
Do conscience owe debts that love pays?

Before colour, tribe, belief or kin,
We’re pieces of God’s creation,
There’s need to fight, not with guns
But breaking free from chains
Of mental slavery.
Religion of gains –
Be among the chosen ones
To spread love this generation.
Yet to be beautiful? Think, begin

Wildkhard  [TA]