In the middle of changes,
The
mind is armed.
Unable
to deliver from the chains
A
slippery surface, a bond
To
win is to kill.
The
intelligent brain with unmatched skill
That
could bring heaven from the sky
Is
hurting the earth with wrath and wry,
In
chain is the constant destiny
Not
changed a bit has our wailing history.
Good
leaders of the world,
Old
leaders of the world,
New
leaders of the world,
Bold
leaders of the world,
Guns
are for those insecure and scared
Don’t
flaunt them, benumb them
Stop
this destructive expensive game.
They’re
for those helpless cowards
Step
in, we need you, come forward.
Join
us for a change, please listen to us
Good
and old, new and bold leaders
Follow
the drum that beats too in your hearts.
An
appeal by the peoples of this star
A
cry from all the countries without bar
Is
to re-build the world with gumption and sense,
Kill
the need to scythe with our creative intelligence.
We
want a no-weapon world,
A
weapon-less world, a weapon-free world,
Focus,
our leaders on this timeless troubled floor
Don’t
create and market those killers anymore
Stock
them now for good in their only asylum
Freeze
them now with care in the new museum.
All
countries will have one sacred little space
Where
heartless treasured arms would coffin all in grace
Flags
would fly on top, hum a different unsung tune
That
was hiding in the hearts, in the depraved morn and noon.
Those
museums, our children would visit and say
‘Once
upon a time, we used these to kill and slay
We
are out of it now thank goodness
We
won’t get killed anymore, good riddance.’
...
Why
did you write this poem in my mind?
What
is your intention I don’t understand
That
which repeats with organs mute and blind
To
bring about the change on this history’s land
Do
you think it’s possible? This miraculous magic!
Of
course yes it is, the hearts are waiting to click
It
cannot happen with might, it cannot happen with force
Would
happen if you please, by tapping the constant source
You
may call it love or by any other name
Present
in all of us, in ways just the same
With
the peoples of the world, the real power lies
From
enemies everywhere, friends will smile and rise
Lively
arms would stretch and inert arms will yield
For
those who lied on streets, and those who died on fields
Tired
objects would rest in silent museum
Minds
would all be free, from the insane asylum
