The Wild World Of Wars Poem by Tony Adah

The world is in wild wars
What else enough for my soul
Than console it with a song
My peaceful fingers strum a guitar
For the lullabic notes
That gives opium to my nerves

I am watching the world
Watching the serene trees
Until a violent storm comes upon them
And do them sway

The furnace of war rages
With stokes of kindling of hate
Even the unthinkable doves
Leave a sign in peaceful procession
From their nests
Still man ignores his own injury
To fester into a sore
And places his soul
As he himself has sold
To the world wild in wars.