I Am Very Much Perturbed
Kids are their game for bargain
Innocence they rape for freedom
They are the men of honor of today
Are we not ashamed of our lives?
Men of intellect ,rise
keep your dreams aside
Dip your quills in the right
Keep a gun at your left
March thru bullets and missiles
Bring peace to the world
Lest our children die
Immature deaths
Know you be their parent with a will
And a love bound promise to keep
They have shed the innocent blood
The darkest stain on man kind ever
Men of intellect ,rise
Fasten your girdle to march on
There is a war on angels
For the dove of peace is bleeding
The life giving blood is wasted
The more we wait the more we die
Honor has only one death
Death for a cause and death for love
Love your enemy if enemy you know
hate the enemy if they act as friends
for love penetrates not on covetous hearts
for love wasted is the biggest sin.
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