Peace Or Glory

A haunted dream reeling in

My bloodshot eyes on the prowl

With hours of darkness reeling in

Should I dream or do howl?

Streaming nests of bats flock in

None to ask, just can scream

With my scream so good will cost these thin

A penny more for things so mean.

A flawless world they live in

Poor grow poor, lean and thin

Money stacks mountains high

Hunger grows, far too high.

Riches go beyond number

They do spend out of number

Food and slumber bought by riches

Pain for food, grievance by poor.

Men that die for next day meal

Rice made 1 for their need

Some lack paises for their feed

Should they beg or do steal?

Are they slaves, no great men

They feed cows, goat and hen

Yet they die, hunger elapse

Should they cry? Live for traps?

Corrupt mind, corrupt thoughts

Is corruption what we bought?

Millions have shed their lives for free

Do we shed tears, for the world we see?

Corrupt minds grow in number

Fame and shame with gold they slumber

Hunger grows in ways not fair

Money needed to make the world more fair.

A mean less thought, means so broad

Crores and Crores stacked abroad

Will ever we grow in fame?

Or hung heads down in shame?

Peace or Glory for corrupt minds?

Pain and tears for mere men

Should we change our thoughts to heed?

Poor go poor, will they eat?

Akshay Raja