Lost Glory

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My head hidden in the valley
Deeply clothed with sparks of blood
I see guns smiling and dancing
The nation in a happy turmoil

I hear the pulpit crying for peace
The streets full of deserted bones
Where Did we go wrong?
Forgetting the golden path

When will our world get better
When bullets and bombs are like sugar and honey
With our wounded tongues
We lick our lost and dried blood on the floor

I am an advocate
I seek for peace
Let us live in harmony
And be as a new born child

Let us drink the milk of love
And eat the meat of patience
And let us now walk through our memories
Like the days of old

Let our minds. Be as the clouds
Our heart as calm as water
Not like a burning furnace
But like the blossoming of fresh daffodils

©Tujahsuccess