Enough is enough!

 

Enough is enough !

 

No! no, this is enough!

back to my village,

back to the place of calm

serene which nurtured me

for years now .

No more bombs from cities

war-torn, no more hellish fire

of noises, no more soldiers

dying and falling like peanuts;

no  poor  loosing  homes,

children and innocent aged

loosing lives ; enough is enough,

dying soldier thirsty , still fresh

in my heart fresh as  green anything.

Recall those days and months

Blood running like water,

Helpless those running away

from the  sight; battalions,

mechanical and heartless,

impelled by duty conscious ,

ever ready with guns every moment

every shot, end no where.

 This  morning so serene

In my village, I wish the same

Always in my life, every moment

Of my being, my breathing.