Puppets

In a stage with  no director
The black and white puppets play freely and wildly
Following false orders of greed
Fulfilling the dictatorship of the false prophets
Leaving them dreaming for false hope
For the director has long gone
Where is the light?

Who dare wake the baby up
While he was sleeping safe and sound
Deep in the undone dreams
Of joy and brilliant future..
Who do these puppets believe in?
When there are no prophets to trust
Where is the light?

Who dare pull the trigger
In the sight of an innocent boy
Time cannot slow the speed
The hunger of the eyes thy cannot feed
What are these puppets doing?
When the act of the false prophets are despicable  
Where is the light?

As the blue sky turns into crimson
And all that's heard is the cry of the son
The daughters' laughter turn into terror
As the puppets keep playing
In a stage full of psuedo-honor
The ensemble of adhan and bombs keep echoing
Where is the light?

There stood a boy in the center of the stage
Bringing nothing but a peaceful heart and a candle
It's light shine so bright that it's blinding
The baby rocks gracefully in his cradle
Daughters start singing and boys start playing
Their hearts spoke of peace only the wise can hear
They are not puppets nor are they prophets
They are the light.