Countries need flags
to hoist.
To show their
identity, pride and order
The wind of
nationhood, fresh and moist,
Trumpets and warns, from
binding borders.
The earth wanders
around,
With its flute, perhaps
it also needs a flag,
Neglected it is, without
any belonging tag
The source is in
search, alone, unbound.
Big brothers breed
poor cousins,
Knotted in meaningless
virtues and sins,
Both busy cutting the
branch on which we rest,
Determined to make us
homeless, from our only nest.
The moving ball, a complete
human body, a whole
With ulcer, cancer,
tumor, migraine in its parts,
Can we ever heal our own
winsome soul?
With its brain ailing,
with its wailing heart!
Every part of the
earth needs to cure
With our thoughts intelligent,
and at ease
The disease will
wither in time for sure
Real foreigners, conflict
and stress, will forever rest in peace.
When will cousins
become siblings!
When will sense in
intelligent minds emerge,
To its roots, will the
disengaged family ever stretch its wings,
Will all nations in
the earth ever converge?
When will it be free
from enemies and weapons,
Fighting and killing, for
some words and notions,
Wonder, dear earth, if
we could ever make a flag for you,
For you might deserve
an independence day too.
