It would be pleasant, would it not,
If in the world one found a spot
Where peace and tranquil tempers reigned,
No grudges borne nor lives profaned;
Where one could sit and contemplate
In undisturbed surroundings, fate,
Instead of devastation.
No doubt all parties have just cause,
Or think they have, and hence the wars
That scar the waters, land and skies
And in doing so give rise
To doubts of man’s professed desire
That he should rise above the mire
Of constant devastation.
Man’s history records with awe
Long millennia of war,
And to its heroes points with pride—
A monument to suicide.
Does this prove that man’s insane
Inflicting wretched endless pain
Pursuing devastation?
So will it be man’s timeless fate:
Continuing carnage, endless hate?
Or can he ever have the will
To disobey the order: ****
Can it come about? It may
A long night’s journey into day
Rejecting devastation.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
It would be pleasant, would it not,
If in the world one found a spot
Where peace and tranquil tempers reigned,
No grudges borne nor lives profaned;
Where one could sit and contemplate
In undisturbed surroundings, fate,
Instead of devastation.
No doubt all parties have just cause,
Or think they have, and hence the wars
That scar the waters, land and skies
And in doing so give rise
To doubts of man’s professed desire
That he should rise above the mire
Of constant devastation.
Man’s history records with awe
Long millennia of war,
And to its heroes points with pride—
A monument to suicide.
Does this prove that man’s insane
Inflicting wretched endless pain
Pursuing devastation?
So will it be man’s timeless fate:
Continuing carnage, endless hate?
Or can he ever have the will
To disobey the order: ****
Can it come about? It may
A long night’s journey into day
Rejecting devastation.