This is the saddest story I have ever heard.”

That was the first thought which crossed through my mind;

The crowd stood around, watching, as the big shots conferred,

To the real problem that had ensued, they were quite blind.

The day had begun like any other day, as noon followed dawn

Two different religions, in a land that claimed to be secular and sane,

The followers shouted chants, the long lines meandered on,

Processions, each following their own designated lane.

All would have gone well, if the two had not met,

If two roads had diverged and the groups had gone by,

However, it took just one raucous voice to disturb the whole set,

One loud shout that rankled, followed by a rallying war cry.

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