World Without War
The lifeless bullets bound as captive predator
in the restive barrels of the cold guns of war,
chilling cold as the brutal shadow of death,
waiting camouflaged in the dark,
wake up at the strike of the trigger,
pulled by the frenetic fingers of mad men.
The bullets to accomplish the lethal mission,
whiz in feral freedom on the wings of fire,
carry the predatory quirky caprice
of insane men’s geopolitical spite,
and shoot off toward the fated targets,
deliver the despotic message of murder.
Let all the bullets stop midair,
abandon their fatal flights of lunacy,
refuse to become the cold blooded killers,
stop and shed the facet of fanatic fury,
fling the fatal intent in the free air
and disappear from the world forever.
Let the life they get from the forceful fire
in the stillness of the deadly barrel,
blossom into flowers in the arena of war.
Let them entice instead the living
to breathe in free will the fragrant air
in the beautiful world of harmony.
We listen to the mute voice of the fallen lives
imploring our humane sensibility
to stop the contrived conflicts
of blatantly unwarranted horrendous human misery.
Let the bullets lie as flowers in the graveyards
of the peaceful world without war.
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