Affluence flowers as lotus

Money and wealth, in essence

Coagulate in our brain,

Clot as hard dirt, filth, all in vain.

Until the firmness unites, melts into affluence,

From the same dirt, filth just the same,

They choose to resurrect with pride, without shame.

The united one, flowers as lotus,

Ceaselessly flows from our brains to our hearts.

Conflict

Conflict, a deadly weapon, ghastly

Routed deep, mellowed as an entertainment

Intelligence, pray you play your flute gently

And tune us a way out, from this predicament.

Of lizards

Lizard lies

In the branches

Hiding and writing stories

In human minds

Of changing times

Nature's wings

Crow mothers

Cuckoo sings

Human wanders

In nature's wings

Of war and peace

Scarecrow is to birds

As war is to peace

At cross purposes

Scarecrows

Bird-watch

Crops hatch

Starving grows

Of flowers

Lotus appears in ponds

Rose comes with thorns

Same stories from same stalks

Mere flowers

They know little of words

But to exist and perish, for lovers

Here's to the Peoples of the World

Weapons rain,

Intelligence cries.

Wars refrain,

Destruction lies.

The world floods

With obliging bloods.

Drop the guns, the world says

But arms everyone buys and sells.

Power with arms, a primitive style

Thoughts crucified, in history’s file.

233 countries? 6 continents! Such a small number

Yet unable to wake up, from their condemned slumber.

When People would be up with their peaceful power

In an hour they’d ruin, the need to kill and war.

Leaders will follow the Peoples of the World,

Intelligence will smile, glowing and kind

Weapons will rust until they're blurred 

Until they drain and wither from the minds.

Being wrong

Two counties fight.

Two faiths rage war.

Each has a reason sound and strong,

Both think they are in the right

And probably, they most certainly are

To think that war is not wrong.

Is then being right the poisonous germ,

That kills and destroys our rightful peace?

Of what use then is this delinquent sperm,

That grays our right to infinite bliss!

If being right pollutes and corrupts the air,

Being wrong then is correct and fair.

It’d null the weapons, denounce the war

To deliver history’s most insistent scar.

Ways

For an untrained world,

wealth and sex

breed war.

For a trained world,

peace