Buddha wakes up bursting in to song
Effulgent with the love of life
A mind's expanse to suppress the throng
Of suffering to which all souls are wife
Seeing war a strategy of illusion built
Deceiving the divine dalliance of time
It functions in minds, yet beyond
Tyrants act and grown men mime
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
Dancing, clapping as they go
Children under the bodhi tree
Taste wisdom as it rains and snows
Their art is the joyful revolution
With yet withstand a cynic's trial
The intellect? a phony judge
The heart? compassionate of all
Propaganda of hate's reality
Yet heaped upon the ones who see
The way with theatricality
Go oppressors with conviviality
With the millenium's golden quill
I'll break devil's confraternity
With wanton wit and whimsical will
Spell peace in stars across eternity
Loves destiny to be immortalised sublime
In words that vanquish hell and transcend time.