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.
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