The superfluous

O child! It’s time, it’s time

Grow up from your addictive rhyme

With your gun-games you still scare

And ‘frighten the little mouse under the chair’?

We are faithful to war

Learnt in the jungles,

Primitive still is our attire

In modern cover-up jingles!

War and weep

With your uptight juvenile head,

Incomplete lives will sleep

In the delinquent scarlet bed.

Weep and war

With your hesitant heart,

Revenge and anger

Will mimic the conceited craft.

Mourning speeches

Would write and be read,

Holy screeches

Would mime the world red.

Candles will burn

Operas will chime,

History will learn

To mirror in time.

But if we all sat together

With collected heart and head,

Wars and its terror

Could freeze and be dead.

Dedicated to all the leaders of 233 beautiful countries of my world.