Authored: August 13, 2013

In that last great war, I saw the skies alight in fire
I saw those deathly clouds rise up into the heavens
Along the Border of India and Pakistan, death abounded
I remember taking a child into my arms, who was badly burnt
And I turned the girl to face me
I saw the bloodied hollows that were once eyes
I wept knowing how cruel we were.

In those final days of War, I tried to bring peace to those dying
Many lives cut short by the cruelties of human war
I saw ancient cities burn to dust through nuclear exchanges
I saw the statues of Buddha and of the Hindus vanish
And if those ancient Gods still existed, would they weep too for humanity's cruelty?

A Million points of Light, the stars shone down, and they were painted in red
Like tears of Blood, we hallowed the Earth in cruelty and ideals.

In that last day, on the final day of the War
I stood in front of a massive statue of Buddha
Looked up at him as he eternally stared forth
"We just didn't understand, did we?" I asked
As the weapons of war around and above me bubbled forth
In answer, a million points of light appeared in the heavens
I looked up into the sky and saw brilliance approach me
I lost sight but I fathomed an understanding.

What makes us human shall either kill us or propel us to greatness
But we are the ones to make that choice; our destiny is ours
There is no Light or Darkness, no heaven or hell
It is what we create of our environment that is our own Heaven or Hell
A million points of Light....