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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Recipe For Peace
[time] => 2008-08-09 02:07:14
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[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 57 [informant] => MuhammadShanazar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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