Fragile Peace
We love peace, like oxygen, like the sun,
We take good care of him.
But the planet of the earth, in rush and fever,
He rejects this gift, in insane pricelessness.
There is actual harmony with God,
With an absolute area free of dust.
But the power of man, the ambition of greed,
They like pursuits to draw bloody images.
They bring anxiety, whispers of war in the dark,
alternatively of the silence of the stars, the cannon swing.
And we, loving peace in our zeal,
We're looking for light to get out of this mat.
Perhaps the time will come and the head will come
God Will Give triumph to Bounty Power
And then, in accord, as the fellow bandits stand,
Making a fresh world, in God's help.
