Great man of the army
under a tree, restlessly sitting.
Terribly lonely
To himself is speaking.
-We've got the best technology
have nothing to fear
if any nation will attack my people,
shall bring them a big sorrow, most bitter tear!
I know we have the means!
Best weapons in the world
perfected defense mechanism
plus the soldier's life, as sacred sacrifice.
Sudden movement occurred
The wind over his head blown
and the tree, crying, laughed:
-Poor man he doesn't know...
People's best weapon is
the unconditional love
he shall abandon all paths
that follows violence.
They'd have most flawless peace!
...But poor man heard not a word
He never knew the way to have no enemy, he was
too busy calculating a new war weapon's cost.
Unconditional love. And this is fine. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Unconditional love.... the best antidote to all ills of mankind... Well put Elena! ! Thanks for your great comments.... you smiling friend!