In Pursuit of World Peace

When I reached at 4, My father brought, A packet of gift; Held me to heart, Kissed my cheeks, Then handed to me, Saying "happy birthday my son," Opened and showed, The Sten gun and pistol toy" Saying "this is a perfect gift for boys"; Taught me how to use, Saying "Perfect machine for your 'war and peace' game"; Paused for some time, Then gaze in my eyes, He pulled the plastic trigger, Displayed usage of toy, Saying "world is violent, May need one day"; World spends more on weapons, Than feeding needy poor; Impels the innocent poor, By provoking slogans, of religion and race; Stimulate virgin minds, "To hold the gun in hand, And ask for peace, parity"; Weapon deals are So profitable business, All benefit whosoever involved; Reaches to Hungry and poor, Where Food and medicines, Can't reach; Weapon sale gets momentum, In the name of peace; They know how to split, Divide and rule; In the name of world in peace; Fly dove of peace in the sky, Then give weapon to shoot; © sadashivan nair