Anger And Love Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

If at all you
You could say a word
Each day
Like it was your last word
In your life
We would be living in no quarrels at all.

Just in case the mouth
Had a siege
To enable us talk good always
The world would ever live in harmony

I assumed, how well if it happened
That if you loved another person
Same as you consider yourself
The world would not be at war anymore
We create wars, and words kill than weapons
‘cause wars are words in general