The atmosphere is tense,
The clouds are dense,
The beach just a space,
Can we keep up with the pace?
Can we apprise a neighbor?
Or would you rather praise a politician,
Instead of appraising peace.
Would you bury your brother for a berry?
Or would you stick to a pole just coz of a poll.
The environment is chilly,
Hence the need of chilli.
But would you be aberrant?
Or rather abhorrent to your brothers and sisters.
Can we inspire and not expire,
For acts are done by minds not ax,
Can we aid to bring peace so that we be aide?
Or will we ale to there thoughts and die poor.
All I hope this isn't an anecdote,
But rather an antidote for us,
Let's not assume and presume.
Yeah for the truth is in the booze.
Ain't Harold neither an herald,
But rather a peace wisher ,a peace keeper.
For its better leaving in peace than in pieces.