The only refuge

 

History knows the game
of inventing weapons,
investing in wars, mayhem;
history doesn’t know, how
to survive without them.

Bloody fields, scarlet
with anger and lust,
yet pages speak volumes
of friendship and love.

Civilization had shown
honesty and integrity
in mindless animosities;
it had successfully failed
in all peace treaties.

I have to be hopeful still
about harmony and peace
while some are warring for pelf
and power, others are killing in
your name; history, amidst
all of this has none to blame,
it witnesses beheading itself,
hangs its head in shame.

When I sit and think as to
what could save the world
from the inevitable, suicidal
debacle; what could make history
free from wars of all kinds,
I think of you, mustering minds
to perform your magical spell,
your out-of-the-world miracle.