Picking up stones as a moment of resilience,
The crowd bared its emotion and loosened its innocence,
Only to find their long loved brotherhood all lost.
The matter tripped and triggered one over the other,
Blood boiled and spilled over the name of religion,
Friends became foes overnight,
And love lost to hatred from those very nights.
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 apologize,
Because mere words of truth, sometimes, could heal deepest of scars in no time.”