As loud as gods and prophets

I feel, like Imploding as if from the outside in,

Insider whistles spreading sacred info to blow down leaders.

In a sea of fallen trees,

I see through eyes of newspapers,

The words assassinated truth.

Lies grow, heavy in the mind.

They smelt bombs with, Dis honorable precious metals.

They fused it with great science and laughter,

Embellished flags with sacred cultural symbols

Stolen from temples of Nepal.

And they hide this knowledge encrypted in Media,

Blindside the youth,

Enslaved their wonder,

Burnt the books before eyes,

They never had a chance to caress a page.

I wonder.

What goes through a child’s mind?

Witnessing worlds of knowledge,

Consumed in a world of fire.

Though the heart remains,

And thirsts for knowledge increased.

We seek what is not War,

We seek something Other than peace,

We need a voice that can be heard,

A voice louder than God itself.

A voice to give is a reason to Do,

Instead of try,

Maybe then we will achieve days,

Where Peace may hold meaning,

Love of Truth may be practiced,

Turning of elements felt,

And every Child,

of the world may experience Wealth.