Give Peace a Chance

In quest for peace I knock from door to door, with a bowl full of bliss-- my pot is not poor. I ask not for alms but for arms strong enough to hold the banner high...in a terrain so tough. If there is true love, there must be true hate: feeds and weed grown in the field of fate. Twin Tears, easy to undermine, hard to understand... flowing from life's fountain to a sinking sand. The universe revolves around one sacred Sun, it will never stand still for men's gruesome gun. The hands of peace shaken, can tame all terrors; war of words can never erase human errors. Lord, we bow before you to say gentle prayers, that you will rule over the hearts of prank players. Blame game has made the lores of love... lame, teach us to know that we cannot all be the same. Open our ears to hear cheerless children crying, give us eyes to see the widows wailing, dying. Let loose the flood of compassion in our hearts, save our soul, lest war tears our world apart.