I call
for peace as all the hearts shed tears,
The
people are in woes, the world, in throes.
Like
birds in cage, they are in jaws of fears.
On
hurling bombs at them, the knell echoes.
Disorders,
all rifts stream in wrath to wars,
The
strong to make the weak the slave full-free.
The
race, the caste, the creed and all the bars
Ill-treat
them all as thralls in act full-spree.
With
all know, man resorts to violent acts,
That
man-to-man relation, life on land,
The
base, the home of peace to man in facts.
It’s
all, the meanest, man to feel high hand.
Let all
on land enjoy relations true,
To
transcend borders, all confines’ purview.
Published
METVERSE MUSE
June 2022 Vol.69 & 72
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