Tranquility softly stood at the foot of the sacred Mount,
Humbled Destiny, caressed by a whispering morning breeze,
Salvation is born, divinity flowing from a sacred Fount,
Worshiping clouds parading o'er that grove of sacred trees.
Standing, blinded by the sacred Sun, seeking glorious Enlightening,
Exalted by chance, Perfection strikes the world twice,
Once with thunder, announced by sightless lightning,
Twice then, so duly enshrined, as Trinity exalts life thrice,
Peace came to tell untold truth, imparting moral wisdom,
Birds flew by in sacred flocks, singing sweet songs and phrases.
War shadowed peace, proclaiming death with its horrid custom,
Demons drew nigh from darkness, drawing curtains and black phases,
Without vision, innocent pawns perish, folk peering into discordant darkness,
Countries forcing conflict, mobilize armed divisions garnished with brutish starkness.
"Save our nation!" gentle people cried from the barren plain,
"Give me gold!" shouted kings from their elevated castle towers,
War marred the plain with evil, conjuring death, vomiting black rain.
Czars and emperors barter blameless lives for rich, corrupt powers.
Guzzling from golden goblets kings grind sinless bones into bitter flour.
Generals command armoured troops, march brainwashed lads into battle,
Colonels order privates to their death, while children crouch and cower,
Majors signal forward across a burning plain, while troops rumble and rattle,
Captains trumpet "CHARGE!" into the fray, chopping heads in that bloody clash,
Armies blitz train lines, severing lifelines, exploding bombs, discharging ruthless guns,
Supporting heartless war, gleaning wealth for kings, amassing gold in their mad dash.
Impartial blood quenches thirsty earth, mothers wail while butchers steal sons.
Peace rues the day, brotherhood and concord masquerading all the violent while.
Everything pales by comparison, blaming parts that conflict as bloated corpses rot,
Saints and prophets come and go, reciting saintly verse declared in prophetic style,
Quo vadis? Is placidity coming or going? Is pacific discontent Peaceful's only lot?
Does Morbid hate-shake the hand of Surrender's gloom when Freedom's lost?
What tranquil Salvation doth goodness mark the day with, when Goodwill lies dead?
Humbled by sanctified Creation, Revelation explores blessed springs at every cost.
Implored by impious Greed, malevolent villains spout lies drenched in vile dread.
Still the sacred Mount, that blessed Fount, streaming Harmony and all that Blessed has said,
Serenity is there, oft quiet as the grave, but honest moral sanctity and sanity there dwell,
Lo! Sacred Sun, and Trinity! Struck once then twice, then on the coming morrow thrice!
Once the blind can see again, when truth sings sweet songs, life shall heal, all be well,
When love ascends the sacred Mount, perhaps then all humankind will have paid the price,
Perhaps then with love, compassion at home in every heart, perhaps Peace will come!
Ascension! Ascribed to Mother Earth, gardens of Eden, where venerated trumpets sound!
Heaven descends to this Earthly plane, so children inherit pacific shelter in that Holy sum,
A place where evil becomes live, allows 'let live', a blessed place where Perfection's found.
Thus in this horrid place we've made, where terror and war have come to mar each day,
Where wealth and gold is worshiped, and so much nature lost, forever gone,
Faith and Hope burned at the stake along with happy dreams, as Angels pray,
Immoral inquisitors destroying, crucify all that's Holy, each and every crucial day.
 Still! That freshened breeze Wisdom imparts, with every blessed dawn!