Peace

Each second passing,

As the grains of sand;

Rolling out from the grip of fist,

And re- uniting with the land.

No trace of any living being,

As far as the vision captures; bare ground.

Bare sky without any birds flying;

Pin drop silence; can’t hear any sound.

Only the sound that touches the ear;

The rattling of weapons;

And the commotion of fear,

And the cry of widows and orphans.

What good is the war?

Shedding of blood and tear;

Corpse lying near and far,

And those alive, living with fear.

Let’s all unite,

And put hand on hand.

Put an end to all this fight,

And make our planet a better land.