I
Again, the whole world is at war
and we are its victims: you and me—
fading silhouettes of life chasing tomorrow.
In warring euphoric bliss,
soaring high in cloud nine skies
metamorphosing cocoons nourish
pregnancies of new world war ghosts.
II
Yes, war has been declared on our peace
and living happy today has been postponed;
even flowers are struggling to grow and bloom
as the womb of earth slowly becomes a
victim of coming nuclear-rectomy.
Earth’s tissues of civilization seem to be rotting
from viral atomic infestation
As present military plagues mutate her humanity
freaked out on self-destruction.
And peace lay suffocating on the conference table
As God’s been denied His seat.
III
Come, in Psalms of hope and faith
amidst evil shadows of vicious warring,
let’s dig a deep healing hopeful hole
and plant a fruitful dove flower.
Webbed in today’s labyrinth of time
let’s daily water this dove flower
with watered tears of peace:
for wars can never be won.