I wonder why I feel so sad
As I sit gazing upon you lad
The sunken eyes, matted hair
Weathered shirt and broken bowl
Asks for food or speaks against the war
The fight for might, fight for right
Fight to gain what’s not theirs
Treacherous tanks, deadly missiles
Bombing planes and nightly black outs
Yet we claim to be civilized
Let us work for a peaceful life
Save the people from this senseless plight
Fill the world with love and light
Gitanjali