Peace is for sale...

Today, when I went to our regular dining haunt, I happened to see this pamphlet which said:
Fish Available
1 Peace - 30.00
As soon as my eyes rolled across the laser jet ink words, a crazy notion entered my head and the following is the result of it.

If peace is for sale,
who are the buyers.
Even, if peace is for free,
who are the takers.

Peace would not cost nothing,
it would cost the strong,
to let live the weak.
It would cost the rich,
to let alone the poor.

Peace would not cost nothing,
it would cost the man,
to let live the dumb,
it would cost today,
to leave something for tomorrow.

Peace would not cost nothing,
it would cost the loath,
its very own soul.
It would cost the revenge,
it very own pride.

Peace would not need nothing,
it would need the man,
to curb his greed.
It would need the man,
to end war for peace.

Peace is for sale,
trade it for wars.
And, peace is for free,
if you welcome these costs.

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Love and Hatred

Most know not what it is to love,
for never they tasted bitter of loath.
A few in the past did taste it,
and penned their vengeance for it.

Hatred stands strong and tall,
between man and man, and heaven and man.
Love is a cleft in the wall,
a hope to heaven for all and man.

From the human world till this wall and cove,
the path is the least walked upon ,
for not it is route of roses ,
but a bed of thorns till infinity on.

Those lured by the heavenly grove,
did walk and bear thorn and woe.
Reach did them the grove of love and dove.
And, stay still them, where we would not go.

I read those, who made it there,
into the heaven of peace and gay.
They say, “Allegories of peace everywhere,
truant were the signs of disgust and dismay”.

It was joy to read what they said,
And would be splendid to do what they did…,
But deprived and declined we are of this dream,
as coy are we to leave this human realm.

Need is for those who care not the fate.
Need is for those who can make the cleft a passing gate.
Need is for those who can fight the hatred vice.
And, need is for those who can unveil the paradise.

For man and beast and every mole,
for those who dream the lovely garden,
but cannot stand the foe and woe with their soul,
let them clear this path, the one scarcely trodden.

Let them break the hatred bind,
Let them form the human bond
Let their pluck light coward and blind,
Let them help all see the paradise beyond.

Honey is found in flowers alone,
love is present every around.
Tender hearts and noble souls can alone
dream and dare world to be bound

Love not anything except beloved.
Hate not anything except hatred.
Beloved is everyone to someone or the other.
Condemned is everyone by the one or the other.

Hatred makes hell of life,
Love carves heaven of it.

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