Peace the seed
peace the soil
peace the plough
peace the crop
In peace life buds
in peace it blooms
in peace it flowers
in peace it fruitions
Peace for themselves
peace to their progeny
they have ever sought
in defence of peace they even fought
Peace the first bed
they slept on
in the mother’s womb
dreaming a peaceful world
In peace of their home
they sleep on the sleepwell bed of peace
till they grow up to be fit enough
to be dispatched to the war for peace
Flying high the flag of peace
in orderly steps they march into the field
to fight the bloodiest war for peace
for which all wars professedly are fought
With closed eyes rapt in peace
brought home wrapped in white
on the earthen bed to sleep in peace
like the dove they lie with eternity
Glory to the soldiers of peace
who lived for a world of peace
fought for a world of peace
died for a world of peace
Behold O ye!
peace lovers all, hail!
celebrate!
there they go
in glory crowned
to the world of peace.
(Yayati)
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