A Recipe For Peace
Peace is though difficult
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity
Into new-fangled trials.
All the weapons
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless,
Nuclear or less potential
Made of common explosives,
Be spoiled,
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas,
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.
When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:
The tanks and cannons,
Mortars or machines guns,
The armadas
With the squadrons of fighter-jets,
Submarines that navigate
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery,
Instead of the appliances
Colouring the Earth red.
All the medals or symbols
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men
With the crowned shoulders,
Who often move in the battle-fields
Puffed with the martial pride,
Imparting, rendering
No service to humanity
Be employed to plough the lands,
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time,
Engaged them
To perform some rewarding assignments.
Upon the earth,
There must not be a single
Blood-claiming weapon;
If men are incensed
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers,
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant
And resentful should scratch
The skin of fellow beings or their own.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Catastrophic End
Humanity can not help making
The devilish weapons,
Each nation is running the race
Of inventing the fatal devices
For the catastrophic end,
Conventional, nuclear and chemical,
Some have attained the skill to devise
The antimatter bomb.
I know on a certain day
Some crazy so-called pioneer
Of peace will push the button
With a leprous hand,
A hail of missiles will pour down,
The earth will sustain the wounds
Of enormous, massive craters,
Smoke will engulf the planet,
Biological life will be at the verge
Of extinction, a few furious rivals
Will survive, but they will incessantly fight,
With stones, clubs, teeth and nails.
A time will encroach when two rival combatants
Will remain behind,
They will wrangle with each other,
One will be killed and the other left behind,
He will regard himself in arrogance,
The great warrior, the hero, the triumphant,
And move unaccompanied all alone,
Prolonged solitude will make him brute,
And he like a lunatic bull will smash
His head against a rock by ending himself,
No animal, no scavenger bird will be to dispose
The bodies on the lifeless face of the Earth.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I Shall Keep Crying
O! Heedless Generals of the parading troops,
Overloaded with the warring martial contents,
I shall keep crying aloud, at the top of my voice,
Though my tongue is plucked out of the roots.
You are the blind dummies of the sightless kings,
Only you pillage, plunder the world to increase a row
Of brassy stars upon your thick broad shoulders,
Or to gather a medal worth a dime to embellish,
Your hollow heartless rattling cold-blooded chests.
You obey the master kings with out knowing,
To kill, kill and kill humanity: the fellow beings.
What aims are yours, what missions you struggle for?
Just for vain victories imparting pungent pleasures.
You have been blood-drunk since the period pre-historic,
You have been playing the game, the match of butchery,
You have been entertaining with the bloody sport,
To kill, kill and kill is your hobby, a painful pastime.
I shall keep crying aloud, at the top of my voice,
Till guns, cannons thunder, the fighters jets grumble,
The bombs blast, the missiles lacerate the air.
If my sound offends, torments and troubles you,
Prod your fingers into the porches of your ears,
Or block them by pouring into them molten lead.
A single rider does not raise a storm of dust, I know,
Yet I shall perform my task, discharge my responsibility,
So that I might not be included in the list of characters,
Who set the fair Earth on fire, deformed it into inferno.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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O! Poets And Men Of Letters Awake
The world is in the shadow of nuclear war
Our own neighbor chatters to use the nuclear devices
As if a thing common or a child’s play.
O! Poets and Men of Letters awake
Only and you can save the earth from the imminent doom.
The weapons are with the so-called civilized nations,
As if the guns are in the hands of monkeys,
We too have processed uranium
Enough to combat the challengers many times,
But we possess patient hearts in the chests
And minds discreet, prudent and judicious in the heads.
O! Poets and Men of Letters awake
From the slumber deep for it is a time to weep,
Use your pen and paper and moments of nights and days,
Your talents, the power of your embellished words,
Weave the stories of novels dramas, and lines of poesy
To shake the inner most part of the souls
Of the leading heads of humanity who make a trade
On human blood: the most precious gist of the universe.
O! Poets and Men of Letters awake
Infuse into them astuteness to discern the difference
Between just and unjust, between right and wrong,
Instead of making tiresome efforts to please the kings
And approving their all actions though immoral,
Write not panegyrics lest you should become accomplices
Against the crime of trampling sanctity,
And deforming magnificence of the Mother Earth.
O! Poets and Men of Letters awake
Impede the itchy fingers of the leprous hands
Lest they should press the buttons in their own craze,
If once they push the buttons, there will be a chain in reaction,
And then holocaust, extinction of biological life,
The cities, the towns, and the villages big or small,
The parks and streets, the houses and huts will become silent.
The earth will move dull drab, into spaces around the sun,
With a load of skeletons, skulls and bones,
But all purposeless like an astray stallion whose veteran
Is killed in the battle and it runs away unrestrained.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Promised
what,
Is it to say-what i am going to say?
I don't know.
But
the died dreams
will not wish canan lands,
blood of the child,
who doesn't know-
who are you,
and who he was him self.
Ever-It is their plight,
to be cruzified.
Since the god
decided to throw them
to deserts.
But that old truth,
older than the holly lands,
older than books,
and the prophets.
Our father,
my, your, and their-
his seeds on two wombs,
brother-we are one,
Think before you take the gun,
and before the cries of
innocent childen.
Before you fight for your religion/nation.
your brother is
killed by your arms,
she is your sister,
who begged to her child.
You may be jew,
you may be muslim,
or christian,
but you are killing your own blood for centuries.
For what?
Which god told you-
that this is for the faith?
He didn't called us
Jew, muslim or christian.
Dear my brother,
shall we stop?
For our children,
for their dream to live.
poem by Muhammad Mirash
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War of any kind is abhorrent. Remember that since the end of World War II, over 40 million people have been killed by conventional weapons. So, if we should succeed in averting nuclear war, we must not let ourselves be sold the alternative of conventional weapons for killing our fellow men. We must cure ourselves of the habit of war.
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On Doing Little
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 queue of angels,
From heights
Of the yonder mountain;
They were white, black and brown,
They were toddling down
To the singed valley,
And in hands they bore
Beacons of dreams.
They gathered around
One by one,
Sat jumbled holding
Their tiny bare feet,
All pricked, perforated
With the points of thorns;
And had a similar complaint
On the lips.
“You scattered
The seed of bushes,
On the path
Whereupon the children
Of Adam
Would have to pass,
You multiplied miseries,
You snatched
Richness, and fertility
Of the mother Earth,
You polluted
Rivers and rills,
You eroded
Mounts and hills,
Faults were yours
But we suffer though the penalty.”
I listened to them
Drooping my head,
And felt guilty
To my own conscience,
On scattering seed
Of thorny bushes,
Instead of planting
The cuttings of roses,
I was really ashamed
On doing little
For the angles:
The descending generations.
Yes! I confess,
I made the world
A store of weapons;
Its plains, the battlefields.
Oh! Inhabitants of the Earth,
It is time to revamp
Our mode of actions;
Let us remove
The fear of extinction,
By disposing of instruments,
Of conflicts, fights and wars,
Conventional, chemical and nuclear.
Let us eliminate,
The stench of explosives
By perfuming the world
With sweet fragrant roses.
Let us sing
A song of harmony:
Peace for the East, peace for the West,
Peace for the North, peace for the South,
And peace, peace for both of the anti-poles.
Let us hand over the world
To our children
Beautified and worth-living,
Let us be the residents,
Being makers and producers,
Architects and designers,
And manufacturers of commodities
Of love, of faith, of tolerance,
And not being the destroyers:
Killers and slayers.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I Want to be a Soldier
I will be a soldier
Only when soldiers realize
They are not animals or
cattles
Only if soldiers can ask
'Why should I shoot that
innocent man? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers can ask the
commander
'Why should we shoot at
the children? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers know that
The red blood that runs
through their veins
Runs in the rest peopl's too.
I would be a soldier if
Soldiers know they aren't
what they ask them to be
When they know that
The Emperor will never ask
them to kill his children
I would be a soldier
When soldiers realize war
is inhuman
When soldiers know war
always starts war
When they know that
World peace can not be
reached through war
When United Nations can
ask themselves
Is war the only way to end
corruption in the globe?
When soldiers know the
distance between peace and
war.
When soldiers realize how
intoxicative the gun is.
When soldiers realize
that gun does not control
them, but they control it.
I would be a soldier only if
soldiers know
why Martin Luther King jnr.
was killed.
If they know Adolf Hitler
also tried to make peace
through war.
I would be a soldier
If they can tell me why they
are only trained to kill.
I would be a soldier if
soldier can say
NO TO BRUTE LEADERS.
I would be a soldier if
soldiers know
the difference between
death and birth.
I would be a soldier if they
can tell
Why they are weapons of
destruction?
If they can explain why they
killed at Vietnam?
Why they killed at Somalia?
Why Ghadafi was killed
without trial?
Why Abraham Lincoln was
shot
Why Ghandi was killed,
Why they dont care if they
die in war in the name of
peace.
I would be a soldier If soldiers know they have rights If soldiers know they need Freedom. I would be a soldier If the goverments around the world realize How wonderful the world would be If the money invests in atomic weapons can be spent To feed billions of children on the streets of India, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa The United States and all the streets of the World. I would be a soldier when soldiers can fight for liberty And not for slavery When soldiers know that nobody should think for them When soldiers know they are humans not cattles, When they realize that nobody should tell them what to think and what to feel. If soldiers can be humans, I would be a soldier.
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O! America Reverse
My opinions are changed,
My heart lacks fervour,
For you launched the war,
Purposeless,
To liberate who are already free,
To enrich who are already rich,
To make the fierce, more ferocious.
When will the time intrude you,
Make you see the brilliant aspect of the affair,
And humanity will sing the song of peace?
When will you peep into your inner-self
To see the reflected image of you own?
When will you obey the divine commands
And make out them that God forbids pollution
Smog and fumes of turmoil wrapping His fair Earth?
Now open your eyes
The shores are red;
The lands are coated with blood,
The skulls are scattered like stones,
For the sake of oil or the reserves of gold,
Be aware a single dropp of human blood
Possesses more worth than all treasures
That the earth contains.
Now stop killing; enough, enough,
You neither surrender, nor do deprive others
Of the rights which the divine commands allow,
Go through the lanes with moderate bearing.
Live like a benefactor among the nations,
Share with them your victuals,
Stock of knowledge and skills,
And snatch them not of their own.
Return fathers to the orphans,
Husbands to the widows,
Brothers to the waiting damsels,
And sons to the aged mothers,
If not then compensate them all,
For the broken hearts, shattered dreams.
Hatred against you thrives,
Magma against you grows,
Let the volcano sleep,
Beneath the layers deep,
And only once apply,
The strategy of the weapon of love
Discarding the old devices of uranium.
The amount you spent on the arsenal
Would have been enough to feed the world
Though ten times bigger;
If you had ruled the hearts,
The world might have been a different place
Of love, peace and harmony.
Through force your aims will never be gained,
So amend the ways and stroll on the route
That enhances you in respect and esteem;
Review and revise the modes of actions,
Follow not the path that leads the world
To the chaos, and on the point of no return,
For there will be a dark dungeon of curse,
O! America, for the sake of humanity reverse.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Real Victory
The Real Victory
Victory and defeat in war,
Are the childish justifications.
Colour not your hands,
With the precious substance of Man.
Whether you nourish your mind,
With the elating thought of victory,
Or loathe with a despising thought of defeat,
You kill fathers, brothers and sons,
You kill mothers, sisters and daughters,
Even the infants sleeping in cradles,
You kill them with their innocent dreams,
They hardly know the self-made conflicts,
Flourishing, booming in the world.
Discard devices that you carry in hands,
And think awhile
Whether you kill or you are killed,
You fight against humanity,
You fight against the divine laws,
You fight against the Kingdom of God.
Apply your strength if indispensable,
Lance eyes of the Shark of Ignorance,
Stifle; choke the Demons of Illness,
Wrench neck of the Ghost of Hunger,
Break teeth of the Vampire of Poverty,
By connecting the hearts of humanity,
With the bonds of trust, faith and love.
For the sake of oil and reserves,
Make not the world a mess.
If you intend to defeat the rivals,
Defeat them in the race of good deeds,
Yes, defeat them in the race of good deeds,
You know not the real victory you may get,
But without bloodshed and with out making,
The world a storehouse of weapons.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Subconscious Shield
Inside of each of us,
Is our own protective defense.
Providing protection from hurt (and truth) ,
By means of isolation and separation,
From others, that we deep down,
Know will only cause us pain.
So should I fight my own shield?
Why do I need to be protected,
From one whom I truly love?
They say, sometimes the hardest battle,
Is within yourself.
So how do you fight when your against yourself?
What weapon do I use to combat myself?
Isolation and separation of course
But not people, instead form these thoughts and my mind
Distractions and illusions are my weapon of choice
In this war of mine
There is no way to study the battle
When you're what the battle is raging for
So who will win in a battle of clashing shields?
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Still Loving You
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there
Ill fight, babe, Ill fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there
If wed go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I cant get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
Im loving you
Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldnt be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there
If wed go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I cant get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
If wed go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, Ive hurt your pride, and I know
What youve been through
You should give me a chance
This cant be the end
Im still loving you
Im still loving you, I need your love
Im still loving you
song performed by by Scorpions
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Religious War
Religious war has been fought by rare person
person fighting for religion is ever winner
only the person took the help of weapons
are defeated, History is witness in weapon war
only the powerful weapons are winner, but
that can not be termed as Religious War
Weapon War is always blind but religious war
is always full of love and peace.
Weapon war is the matter of ego
Religious war is the matter of consciousness
Weapon war sheds blood but Religious War
It sheds love and affection
A person fighting for Religious War has to be
martyr some time but he becomes the reason
to be worshiped for ever
Weapon war spreads chaos and terrorism
Religious War spreads prosperity
Weapon war knows to split the society
Religious War knows to unite the society
Weapon war knows to enslave the human being
Religious War knows to make him free
from all kinds of slavery
Weapon war pushes us back to barbaric age
Religious war pulls us forward to civilized age.
Weapon war ends with destruction
Religious war ends with creation
Religion is the law of nature
which prevails all to be survived
poem by Ramesh Rai
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We And Our Old World
how good it is..how lucky
coming to the world..coming to the earth all of us
who could have erected the skyscrapers to drill the sky
on the geREEn plains, on the meadows and on greenery
who could have burnt the the woods, the forests for fun
who could have made the sewage flow into the clean seas and clean oceans?
if we were not on this world, on this earth
who could have deteriorate the gas ozone balance
who and who?
who could have make the devil
put his shoes on wrong
and the orphanages
they would be empty
if we were lackings
without us
what would do the prostı tutes and the bitches
and the jail guards in jails
what would they do if we were not in them
and the hired guns
and the hitmen
what would they do without us
did not we invent the various kinds of strange jobs
oh...the poor planet of the universe
from ADAM up to this time
we have changed you a lot
for that do not thank us
no need to thanking to us and me
to accomplish these
ours
is our humanity
and is a must duty
poem by Metin Sahin
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Not here? Why?
By Ombuge Moses
You always here, there, everywhere
Everyone says so
I wish you were here
How can I bring you closer?
The people have you
But they embrace you not
Do they know you?
Yes!
They like you not!
Why?
Brothers fight
Fathers fight
Neighbors fight
Women Suffer
Children cry in pain
Peace here,
Peace there,
Peace everywhere,
Peace no where
Peace not finding
Why?
In the hustles
The bustles
The dust settle
The feet are tired
The cry is annoying
Women are killed
Children are slaughtered
My neighbor says there is no peace
Peace, where at thou?
Not here?
Why?
I touch my neighbor
I feel his warmth
I feel his heart beat
I realize he needs to live
To be with me
But the enemy is in him
He wants to kill me
He killed my daughter
My wife, she does not belong
Where are you
Peace, here I call
Everywhere!
Why?
Together we stand
The ground is peaceful
The soil keeps the life
The soil always welcome new germinates
Together we stand
Amidst we argue
Confront
Disagree
Conflict
Ster eotype
Separate
Disengage
Knowledge acquired
To hold
To find
To resolve
To accept
To bond
Everywhere, every time
As humans
Peaceful, to remain
But we are not!
Why?
Greed, lust confuse
We fight
We kill
My wife, stray bullet
The police so inhumane
They kill
To call, stray bullet
They shoot and denounce
They denounce, while shooting
What happened to humanity?
Peace be with you
Still awaits
Peace, where at thou?
Not here?
Why?
When?
How long?
What is your color?
When you come, to notice you
To hold you, to embrace you
Suffering to stop
Peace? Which direction?
I dropp my weapon
I am peaceful
He fists his weapon
He is the enemy
Is he human?
Can he feel peace?
Smell peace?
Be peaceful?
One day, some day, that future day
Peace be with you
Peace> Shalom.
poem by Ombuge M Moses
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As We Approach Life
As we approach life, and view the
big picture. We are all one
humanity from ADAMS RIB.First EVE
from ADAM, then we from Eve. We
all live under God's huge umbrella
of protection.
Can we each comprehend, we cannot
help where our parents lived when
we were born. We are many cultures,
races, creeds, and color. Yet we
all began with Adam.
Is there any difference in us? Not
much. We all live in this universe,
love, hate, smile, cry. We are just
humans trying to make the best out
of life we can. WITH PEACE as our
agenda we each can help to make
better enviroment for everyone.
If the citizens of this world would
come togetherin peace and harmony we
could make a huge difference. Approach
our fellow man with a smile and hand-
shake, instead of a frown and the firing
of guns.
Come together, sit and listen, and
really listen to each problem as a
family unit, work to solve them one
by one. Have compassion for our neighbors
in unity.with God's help have a peaceful
co-existence.
(a friendly smile is the best weapon to
fight a war with) AFZAL SHAUQ
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D’soldier(part Ii)
Now, carry your guns soldier,
Rush into war
With your guns and knives
Shoot into the sky
Join your battle comrades
The angels of peace flying in the skies
Die at the sound and pain of your wicked gunshots
But they resurrect again
To warn the earth like the prophets of old
Now, carry your guns soldier
For you do not listen to the angels of peace and mercy
You shoot on in the sky
Baying for more blood
The vampire you are
Sent by monsters from the white house, world leaders, Buckingham palace and the Queen of England
War on soldier
Fight like a savage without understanding
The arms of mercy stretch into the sky
The time passes bye
And the demons of war laugh and rejoice
While the prophets speak again
Of a new and golden age
Now war on soldier
For the angels of peace will speak forever
Preserving the earth
After your lust for gold, silver and domination
And the peace will rise again in the hearts of men
Making sacrifices to the angels of peace
War on
For war cannot last forever
And the empire of peace cometh
Like the Biblical New Jerusalem
And God speaks to our hearts
War on soldier
For evil cannot last forever
So says the angel of peace
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If I Were The Chief Of UNO!
If I become the Chief of United Nations Organisation,
I shall work for the formation of One Human World,
Which will supersede the Utopia of Thomas More,
Which will be better than Atlantis of Francis Bacon!
United Nations will be the Parliament of the World;
There will be Unity in Diversity among all Nations;
There will be Single Currency for all the Nations;
There will be one language for communication!
United Nations will control the security of the world;
All Weapons of Mass Destruction will be in its hands;
Nuclear Weapons will be in store to blast off asteriods
When they reach near the Earth to cause holocaust!
There will be common laws for all the nations to follow;
Education will cover agriculture, industry, science, arts
and give training in army too to give choice to choose
Jobs after education for all to live in peace, love and bliss!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Cross #2
The cross- a significant symbol of Christianity
Where JESUS was crucified to save humanity.
It matters not where you’re from
If you believe in GOD- then you believe in his son.
They spoke of him long before his existence
That he was on the way
And to him the world would pray.
Lands, and the earth, and people have changed
But one thing remains the same.
The faith, the belief in GOD above
For he is the one true love.
Men trying to rule other men for power and glory
But this was just part of the story.
They wanted to conquer all nations
And they killed without hesitation.
They traveled by land and sea
And did not care about humanity.
Silver, gold, diamonds, and pearls
This is what made their world.
Then the poor, the humble, the meek
Needed strength for they was weak.
A prophet told the people that he saw a vision
Of angels coming down from the skies
That would affect all mankind.
Every day for centuries they awaited his arrival
Their faith gave them the strength
For their survival.
Rome had become the strongest of nations
And this is where they would find salvation.
GOD would lead the Jews to the promised land
For the holding of his people was out of hand.
This was the turning point to Christianity
And all the miracles made for the world to see.
So if you believe in GOD then you should know
Through his son is the way to go.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Moon Of Truth Will Live Ever Behind
(Written at the very night when Israel attacked the weaponless Palestinian)
At the dawn of the night while standing on the roof,
I gazed at the full moon ascending imperceptibly in the sky;
It seemed as if smiling in the vacancy at the self-indulgent world.
A dark cloud obscured the face of the moon with a thick curtain,
It seemed wriggling to uncatch grips of the blackness.
The cloud assumed the shape of a wolf:
A ferocious animal of the feral world whether eats or not,
Its mouth is ever blood stained,
In an instant the cloud assumed the form of a shark
Swimming into the ocean of murkiness fearing least the contestants.
Through the patches the stars shone far high above
In their own world unconcerned to the happening, changes,
And lives claiming afflictions.
Then the shark of cloud assumed the image of a snake
Or lashing eel, dissipating at each moment
Into a misty substance and then into nothing.
The moon re-emerged with full grandeur,
Glorified smiling, challenging the dark images
To apply their strength.
I came down with confounded heart, smoggy thoughts,
And began to behold telecast of a T.V channel.
I viewed thundering cannons, exploding explosives,
The spurting rockets leaving behind the trails of smoke,
Missiles lacerating air, journeying to the marked targets,
The tanks moved onward in formation
Like tortoise-shaped ghosts of metal, the sightless fighter jets
Dropped bombs on the thickly populated spots,
The buildings stood all shredded, shattered,
And the inhabitants ran in helter-skelter
At the cold pitiless night to seek the safe harbours;
The women scampered embracing the kids
Who hardly knew the cause of confusion,
The ambulances brought shredded bodies bathed in blood,
The limbless children were laid, lined up in queues
But all motionless; the injured tossed on the first-aid tables,
They reacted on each dropp of brackish medicines on the wounds.
The whole drama was staged just to win the elections
Or to restore the lost kudos, the spectators and pioneers of peace
Were on the armada stationed in the sea,
To monitor the game and endow them with the logistic support
Against the weaponless to apply the strength of weapons;
While the clouds of smoke were rising high assuming the shapes,
Of ferocious animals either of shark, snakes or lashing eels
Destined to dissipate into the spheres.
The moon of truth will live ever behind with full grandeur,
Glorified smiling, challenging the dark images,
To apply their strength.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Ode for an Agricultural Celebration
Far back in the ages,
The plough with wreaths was crowned;
The hands of kings and sages
Entwined the chaplet round;
Till men of spoil disdained the toil
By which the world was nourished,
And dews of blood enriched the soil
Where green their laurels flourished:
--Now the world her fault repairs--
The guilt that stains her story;
And weeps her crimes amid the cares
That formed her earliest glory.
The proud throne shall crumble,
The diadem shall wane,
The tribes of earth shall humble
The pride of those who reign;
And War shall lay his pomp away;--
The fame that heroes cherish,
The glory earned in deadly fray
Shall fade, decay, and perish.
Honour waits, o'er all the Earth,
Through endless generations,
The art that calls her harvests forth,
And feeds the expectant nations.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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