Lines To The Marching Ones

In Youth's the time for rejoicing!
Alas! Then, too, nothing but death prevails.

Tear open the muzzle of every gun!
Burst open the stomach of every tank!
Point to the example of every war!
Wars are self-induced by all of us.

In Youth's the time for rejoicing!
Alas! Then, too, nothing but death dances.

What is victory?
That civilians suffer from rages
Of conflict?
What are conquests?
That fire bombs destroy beauty
Of cities and towns?

In Youth's the time for rejoicing!
Alas! Then, too, nothing but graves you dig.

What are we looking for at the moment?
In any event, the verdict is hopeless.
The model of war is a complete disaster!
Come now, make peace!

In Youth's the time for rejoicing!
In Youth's the time for peace.

In the same as a human
Despairs from a loved one lost -
I am maimed to learn
That so many of us are trapped by hostility!

In Youth's the time for rejoicing!
In Youth's the time for peace.

See! Despite the hearts that beat in us,
We have turned into stone
In battles with our own brethren.
Come now, make peace!

In Youth's the time for rejoicing!
In Youth's the time for pondering

Dubai

12th February 2015

Geeta Chhabra

From the book: Smash My Glass by Geeta Chhabra

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