Monday, 9 April 2012

Fragrance of Heaven

Like a ghastly ghost,
Sepulchral silence reigns
At the dead of night.
Everyone sleeps, embracing peace
Come you to burn people
Lynch lives and dance
On the debris of peace.
As if lives were pranks.

Bombard you railway tracks,
Dig roads, burn forests,
And ransack beautiful parks.
Kidnap you, innocent people,
And throw peace
Off the track.

Peace flees to a hideout
As devastation marches about.
When communication suffers,
Can there be peace?

The next day in the media
Brazenly, you own responsibility
For charring innocent bodies.


You’re but agents of the hell
Crushing prosperity and smile
Coming as a ghastly gale.

Oh, destroyer of peace,
Let good sense prevail
A fragrance of heaven you get
And peace rule in your heads.

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