The Globe

For peace, the sad globe dreams Tears pour down his cheeks in streams Since the dawn of life, man is in an endless fight blindness in beliefs, a frightened greed and sight Domination has haunted the dreadful elite Which puts the land in everlasting grief and cheat Countless souls were lost in every twitch of time Who will ever believe the fetus of man When he grows and becomes upright and tall He will be able to slaughter his kind and may be all