Places without poison

 1

In front of God,

Hate-mongers,

Build temples of hate.

Many types of prayers,

Divided into classes,

Hate-mongers

Rising like towers,

Call it temples of worship,

Still hope to become one.

In front of the hot liquid,

In front of the spirit of life,

Hope to become one.

The more the spirit,

The more it divides.

One to two and two to three.

Still more spirit, split into parts.

 

2

 

Only one place of oneness,

That’s the land of sports.

Playground, the ground of heaven,

No one calls a goal a Christian goal,

Nor a Hindu goal or a Muslim goal,

A goal is a goal; we clap for the goal.

As one, we clapped for all the goals.

Only one place of oneness,

That’s the land of sports.

Playground, the ground of heaven.