Peace Was A Dream Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Alas! A dove sitting today
On the termite-eaten branch of peace,
Looks sometime towards the garden
And sometime towards her curtailed wings.

The big fish must not think the small
Foodstuff of her own fate;
Tears are amazed in eyes of the deer
And paws of the lions are blood stained.

Scattered are the bodies un-shrouded,
Flown away kites and crows
Scratching them all, they are sitting In the arenas of mosques and temples,
And some have perched on walls of churches.
Nature of the veracious animals never changes, Though they move in the civilized aprons, Yet a wild smell emits out of their bodies. Lo! Under the flag of peace and friendship Blood flows from all sides on the globe.