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A Communal Mind 

Peace Ho! Brothers …..

PeaceWhen will you understand?

You …who born from the same womb

Fight your own brother….?

 

You have scared the earth red with blood

 

Of the brother your own.

 

You hath stained your filthy, malicious

 

 Lands in his steaming red blood

You brutes…

 

You drank your brother’s blood like a savage  beast

 

You forgot to mourn his death

 

You flew away

 

Like a jubilant eagle

 

Leaving your brothers carcass forlorn       

                        

Your inhuman thoughts

 

Have led you astray

 

This communal mind has

 

 Poisoned thy soul

 

You stabbed your sword

 

In thy brothers throat

 

You stained your wretched hands

 

In his blood

 

Why not lamantist  thou

 

Your brother is dead and gone.

 

  

You hath sucked his blood and

 

Contaminated your with the thoughts

 

Of a communal plot

 

“Show no mercy” you scowl.

 

 

Break the barriers …

 

Let fly the doves of peace….

 

Not malicious, malign arrow

 

Poisoned by the drug of hatred 

 

 

  

Let every house be embellished

 

With a twig of fresh green olive

 

Let every tellurian understand

 

The truth universally acknowledged

 

That love is pure and true.

  

Lend thy hands….

 

Hold his hand…..

 

Hold my hands….

 

I am your brother and you are mine too.

 

 Let eternal Peace Prevail. Peace ho! Brothers  

                                           By

                                                 Aparna Divakar

 

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