Much we have seen and scenes are heart wrenching For a dusty coinage, how many have fallen Come to my land, will show you tulip gardens Where every day we bury a seed of longevity And grow under the shade of hatred many trees Ah! Steel we have enough, not but a human heart That knows the gate of Heaven to take the masses But dust of demon we have under our thumb And in jiffy we break what was made in decades Much bombing can only but destroy what is left Can't we accommodate a disagreement? When click is a sniff of death that we preserve. Let peace be not a victim of hatred But a guest who serves even his enemy. Mushtaque B. Barq