WHERE IS THE ROSE (A POEM FOR PEACE AND LOVE)

A poem for hope, peace and love.

WHERE IS THE ROSE (A POEM FOR PEACE AND LOVE)

Where is the rose?

Where is the prose?

Where is the cross?

Where is the dose?

I beckon for love;

I beckon for dove.

I beckon for sanity;

I beckon for civility.

I pray for sincerity;

I pray for tranquility.

Why oh why has humanity got lost;

Why oh why are we obsessed with lust?

When shall we walk along paradise streams?

When shall we burst into blissful screams?

In anguish and wailings, our fate seams doomed;

In temper and hatred, we are never so groomed.

From Karachi down to Kanemi, blood streams are fountains;

From York CIty, down to Yankari, vengeance forms mountains.

I tremble with compassion,

While the children gasp in convulsion.

I stop in my nightie as the wailing goes high;

I wonder in my heart when shall neighbours say hi?

Oh Lord of universal creed, when will You step in?

Oh Lord of all else, cleanse our hate into Your waste bin.

Cleanse our tears;

Douse our fears.

Make us rise above ourselves;

Give us rice to mask our shelves.

Convert our tears into joyful screams;

Convert us oh Lord, into Your building beams.

Take my hand; make me write above my brains;

Shower our thirst, Oh Dear Lord, with Your heavenly rains.

Ali Baba Yakubu

10th November 2011