In Cross Firing Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

In cross firing

Who has the time?
To think on line
With accepted harmony
And allegiance to an almighty

Why do we forget each word?
Even if not written from lord
It is sent through messengers
Each time it is repeated through prayers

We have become ignorant
At present
With total subversive mind
Where it is now impossible for find safe refuge of any kind

Where to go and reside?
Who shall decide?
Which country shall provide safe heaven?
Such questions now emerge all of sudden

People are caught in cross firing
They are killed while praying
If this is the ultimate end!
What kind of message is sent?