PEACE

I will rain, bullets
If it turns to honey drops

I will drop, bombs
If it turns to heavenly clouds

I will cut, flesh
If it turns to umbical cords

I will drain, water
If life is submerged by floods

I will kill, germs
If it breeds hatred and contempt

I will buy, riches
If it turns caring for the poor

I will banish, Apartheid
If it turns to beauty pageant for all

I will scorch the desert
If it turns to an oasis

I will die, unknown
If you will care me none

No pier extends towards You
Unless 'I' harbour boats
To ferry 'you' across!
Where we can dream
A better World
For the born
For the old
For smile
For joy
And for
Peace
Om!