Disbelievers are not heretics, they are questioners
Beliefs as answers cannot quench their thirst
Both believers and disbelievers are seekers, of flavors
They may not agree, living on the same plate
Their fights have stood the test of time, the baton passed
From one to another, their food is hardly shared
Yet they grow on the same sun baked soil
Their bodies clamor togetherness like the herds in the wild
Minds have long parted ways, there is little time to journey back
To the time of dawn, when thoughts were as soft as dew
When life was an experience, missed by both believers and disbelievers
Lost in an endless struggle, they fail to see the way, even a child can see
