Why is there so much hate in this world,
Contempt and anger and strife?
Why are the people so deeply hurt,
Speak words as sharp as a knife?

Why are some men ever wielding swords,
Instead of winning back life?
Why is their vision most always blurred,
No help and no hope in sight?

Why aren’t people happy and sing,
Enjoy the sun and the light,
Let music sail like leaves with the wind,
Like birds soar into the sky?

Why don’t we seek relief deep within,
In our true fount of might,
And find the soul and finally win
The well of love and delight?!

 

Copyright: Anand Buchwald, 22.06.2007