GLOBAL PEACE

What have you been working on?

From my hidden corridor

I found no rest,

Seeing through the window

blinds the horror of men,

As the fainting voices of

hopeless infants scream

in an untold agonizing tears,

The innocent victims of an

avoidable war on world street.

Nothing to work on than to

plead with the gladiators of war,

That they might hear and cease fire,

Two wrongs never make a right,

War begat war as no one

ready to quit.

For the sake of the vulnerable

I cause no rest for my pen,

For the sake of casualties

on both wings

My pen plead for peace,

Yes, someone must be blamed

for every conflict I guess,

But in much words we seek

reasons for a redress.

Peace is costly scarce,

but not unaffordable,

It takes two to tangle on the

table of diplomacy,

Our journey to peaceful

harbour is less than a mile,

But too far for jet fighters to reach,

On the wings of long-suffering

shall we all scale all huddles,

That our differences might

not stand as barriers,

On our path to global peace.

We will be glued to the

inking feather,

Until we all accost the global peace.