Wednesday, 8 March 2017

PANGS OF PAIN OF A PACIFIST’S HEART

People, people everywhere
Nary a human in sight.
Politics, religion, racism all over
Fanaticism that’s not right.

I have but a small dream
Of people living without fear
In a world at peace with itself
A universal family, all are dear.

Without fear of offending
And fear of being offended
Every heart filled with love
Bereft of umbrage and hatred.

Cleanse religious, political jingoism
With perfume of tolerance ‘n’ love.
Be not a hawk, the bird of prey,
Be the symbol of peace, the dove.

Smear not sanguine, the heart
In blood of a single innocent.
Rescind lust for victory and power
Shun the fraud, for ‘tis transient.

Lead those on perdition’s path,
To manner humane and kind.
Turn bloodthirsty guns ‘n’ bullets
Into petals floatin’ in the wind.

Wipe the arrogance and hatred,
‘Tis grime of heart intolerant.
Preserve the treasure of flowers,
Let the heart shelter love vibrant.


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