And they wanted peace

​The bells chimed loud and clear

From within the majestic temple;

A variety of drums blared in sync

From the speaker tied above.

People hurried around the place,

Searching for peace,

Chanting prayers as they went,

Vermilion between black brows,

Making wishes that might never come true.

A variety of drums blared in sync

From the speaker tied above.

And to the same pole that held the speaker,

Was tied a goat.

The music was all drums,

And was way too upbeat

For people searching for peace.

And little did the goat know

Of its impending fate.

And they said they wanted peace.

That day was ‘pradosham’, and my colleague said we could go to the nearest temple that day during the evening break. And we went. While entering the temple, I heard the loud music and saw the poor goat. I do not know for sure what it’s fate had been, but the possibility shook me. And that incident is what inspired this poem.

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