BIG GREEN TREE

Big green tree
Once I saw a big green tree,
With kids playing under it,
But now the kids are hiding in their mother’s hands
For protection,

From their mother’s cries calling their fathers
 Who are in the war front section.
 It was a random selection,
 No one had these expectations,
 But it’s time to accomplish this  politician mission,

 I look to the left,
And is saw another big green tree,
But this is in a big fancy fenced house,
With the mother and kids playing with great applause,
To their father in the house-office
Who keeps asking if winning the war is that close,

“Send in another troops” are the words coming from this
Politics mind,
Is it mankind or unkind he never mind,
To him, his soul and the mission are bound,

Now I look in front,
I saw the battle zone,
Hungry soldiers, with tiresome faces sitting on the stones,
Carrying these long black barrel things,
With some small gold-coated balls in it,
Which  can take the life of a human being in a minute

“Bang bang” are the sounds which are heard by the young ears in
These streets,
“Run Run” are  the words they hear from their mothers since peace
Parted these streets
“Don’t die”, “I’m so sorry”, “where does it pain”, “hold on,”
Are the words which replace the equipments
On their empty first aid kits.

Famine smiles as it get near to their homes,
No one works; I stare at these deserted farms,
The winds has no its beautiful aroma anymore,
It’s full of smokes and smell of dead bodies died
A while ago,

The sounds of chirping birds which travelled
Through these winds have gone,
I now hear sounds of children and mother cries
Who are left alone?

Is peace that expensive that Africa can’t buy?
Or in the peace market some foreign nations
 Make the price get high,

Is war that necessary that if we leave it we die?
Why if there is no war, then we are in a fake peace?
Children crying for food, then global warming and toxic food
Are the answers they get instead?
Now is that peace or its just a piece of the newly mixed up peace,

My diamonds, my gold
I thought it could lead the path to richness
But ooh my GOD it has been the source of this mess
At first they were a bless, but now mixed up with injustice, oppression
Ignorance
It has turned to be a cocktail of curse
,
When will love hate?
When will love show to everybody that’s it’s in everyone heart?
When will love seriously hate war,
Thus every heart should hate war,
Lets part with hate and love meet with peace,
I hope those trees will have children under it,
Playing as one, no matter their races,
Singing this WORLD WILL BE A BETTER PLACE!!!!! PEACE

by Peter Arsenal Mboye on Friday, February 1, 2013 at 10:57pm ·