Do they have a choice
— all these unfledged
young hands that
crumble under the
weight of guns— not to
fight a war that is not
theirs? Could his army
choose to disobey Sauron?
The world watches
as they decimate towns,
cities, humans in the name
of a cause that grew out
of a debt-ridden soul, a
voice that lived and died,
withered away in quest of a
figment of the human mind.
A new Sauron tears the
wombs of weeping mothers
to raze sunflowers that
outlive the insanity of wars.
And we all watch… watch
newsreels and condole
for the loss of a global soul.
Earth laments, blood-stained
by wars and tortured
by the incarnadining of
protests from shadows
behind voiceless veils.
Will veils and sunflowers
inspire spines to found
a new tribe, Lalon-like,
with myriad colours of
peace, tolerance and love —
with no wars nor weapons
that destroy? Will Earth smile
again and hum a happy tune…?
Mitali Chakravarty writes in hope of a world without borders and with that hope has founded the Borderless Journal.
