On the Irony of Their Ways
My heart in search of peace and love
Now finds the world’s ironic deeds.
They wage a war for peace, they rove
In streets the roaring rifle bleeds.
For God they clash, for cash they fake.
They race their life to reach nowhere.
Their schools unteach, no good they make.
‘Be loved’ they want, no love they care.
I hope, for sure, the day will come!
They start to mend their ways to peace.
They live to love, their aims affirm.
They learn to teach, ‘their tribes increase.’
You sow- you reap, you get-you give.
Be good, do good. You live, let live.
Copyright © Venkat Josyulu Bhandaram | Year Posted 2022
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