A
In
quest
for
peace
I
knock
fromdoor
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
man'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
lore
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.
Teach
our
leaders
to
hold
back
Ballistic
missiles
that
our
soldiers
may
share...
fantastic
smiles.
Make
our
differences
the
instrument
of
peace,
where
there
is
hatred,
let
tolerance
increase.
Help
us
to
give
peace
a
chance
to
blossom
in
the
oasis
of
love...the
fountain
of
freedom.
Let
the
street
be
filled
with
blooms,
not
bombs;
Let's
have
more
temples
and
not...
tombs.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2013
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