Peace Poem by Sozhavendhan Manik

Not alone, a single man lives
Each one has a pal with him
Together they stand and roar against the other
They form their groups and call it a clan.

All they knew was, to whom were they born
They fight for their men or the place they have.
Cattle and fodders all they had,
Fought with one another to take away others.


Nothing they knew why the birth
They fight for justice against the injustice they faced
Things right for one is wrong for the other
Ready for a fight no matter the blood they shed.


We all were born in the beautiful earth
We kill our prey so we live.
That's the way as HE thought HE designed
But never HE wished we got killed amongst ourself.

We were all born to fight
With sticks and stones to Swords and Guns
There always has been a reason to fight
As Peace is difficult and a violence is easy.