Damn De Drift

Loss
And we all lost
Hurt
And we still hurt
Love
There be much need
Hope
We must all hold

Palestine, Israel, Lebanon:
Now we mourn
Soon we repair
to stem their despair
Iraq, Sudan, Afghanistan:
Courage on the run
needing an overturn
And we mourn
by loud despair
Yes, we mourn

Hello
The souls now gone
hear guns no more
Hello
The tolls now borne
tear homes far more
And we hurt
Yes, we hurt

Bombs and bullets won't win the wars
They may cut at dawn
Tanks and mortars can't kill the hate
They may cut at dusk
If a magic were the logic
today be the day to act
For it must be talks:
Talks from the noblest depths
to drive us to love
Tongues from the safest breaths
that speak what be meant

Give kids the peace
not grisely tease
Grant moms the ease
not burning grease
Let's plant for peace
Snap
Snap out of hate, dear player
Snatch
Snatch peace from war, oh power
So the souls so gone
may rest in peace
And the souls so here
may reap the peace

Oh dear!


I can't think of a better time for the world to take a break and take stock of the business of wars in today's world. Sometimes I wonder if we count, sometimes I ponder how we count. In a way, it must mean that things add up in different ways for each of us. That way, we can live with how things fail to change despite our awe. Or the massive failure in our quest for regimenting the world and its civilizations, despite our guile.

As we take a blinking break from the breath-taking happenings around, wouldn't it be profitable to think again, and aloud: "How or what will life be if I were stuck in them horror spots of our planet?"

We may land with different and differing thoughts. No matter. At least we would have thought.

To ACT for peace will be steps away!