<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Doing Little</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood all alone <br>On the round rock, <br>And beheld below <br>Into the valley, <br>The smouldering substance, <br>Smoke rose, <br>Dissipated into spheres, <br>Explosives <br>Blackened the ground, <br>And I smelt the stench <br>Of burning blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I saw descending, <br>A queue of angels, <br>From heights <br>Of the yonder mountain; <br>They were white, black and brown, <br>They were toddling down <br>To the singed valley, <br>And in hands they bore<br>Beacons of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They gathered around <br>One by one, <br>Sat jumbled holding <br>Their tiny bare feet, <br>All pricked, perforated <br>With the points of thorns; <br>And had a similar complaint <br>On the lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“You scattered <br>The seed of bushes, <br>On the path <br>Whereupon the children <br>Of Adam <br>Would have to pass, <br>You multiplied miseries, <br>You snatched<br>Richness, and fertility<br>Of the mother Earth, <br>You polluted <br>Rivers and rills, <br>You eroded <br>Mounts and hills, <br>Faults were yours <br>But we suffer though the penalty.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listened to them <br>Drooping my head, <br>And felt guilty <br>To my own conscience, <br>On scattering seed <br>Of thorny bushes, <br>Instead of planting <br>The cuttings of roses, <br>I was really ashamed <br>On doing little <br>For the angles: <br>The descending generations. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes! I confess, <br>I made the world<br>A store of weapons; <br>Its plains, the battlefields.<br>Oh! Inhabitants of the Earth, <br>It is time to revamp <br>Our mode of actions; <br>Let us remove <br>The fear of extinction, <br>By disposing of instruments, <br>Of conflicts, fights and wars, <br>Conventional, chemical and nuclear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us eliminate, <br>The stench of explosives <br>By perfuming the world <br>With sweet fragrant roses. <br>Let us sing <br>A song of harmony: <br>Peace for the East, peace for the West, <br>Peace for the North, peace for the South, <br>And peace, peace for both of the anti-poles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us hand over the world <br>To our children <br>Beautified and worth-living, <br>Let us be the residents, <br>Being makers and producers, <br>Architects and designers, <br>And manufacturers of commodities <br>Of love, of faith, of tolerance, <br>And not being the destroyers: <br>Killers and slayers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464466" data-title="On Doing Little de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="I stood all alone On the round rock, And beheld below Into the valley, The smouldering substance, Smoke rose, Dissipated into spheres, Explosives Blackened the ground, And I smelt the stench Of burning blood. Then I saw descending, A q..."></div> </div> </div>

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