Musings

Why does the world fight?

Doesn’t seem to be over wrong and right.

It is by the force of the tethered notions

That the sparring weapons smother nations.

Is it the smallness of mind which trumpets war cries?

Or power of the smug ego that darkens the skies

It is not the tryst of lie and truth

But the game laid out to win by brute.

Why ever the same cycle of loss and destruction?

Worst fears spawning alive the annihilation

Nations run aground. Vice runs amok.

Yet at the prospect of peace guns baulk.

Hark ! This circle of anguish would end

The soul that languishes would mend

The land and the spirit would soar

Stifle self no more. Be humane to the core

Time to cross the bridge!