Issue 1 – Daniel Lou Hing

PEACE

When tears of blood come like rain,
to bear most fruitful crop,
and leaves like gold,
so rare and precious to man.
When man’s numbers are like a
puddle from an ocean,
Then will Peace come.
But peace is a total of serenity,
a river of crystal moisture
flowing silently,
and birds and nature
are hand in hand,
where man is not around.
Instead let it be a rainbow
signalled by a raindrop
and gold rare, but crop so precious,
and not an ocean but a sea
and then will Peace come…