The Search
Find me a country.
One not disputing anything with another,
Where people are not running scared
Either to the south
Or to the north of the border.
Find me a country.
One where people are not on a killing spree
Where no violence could erupt,
Bomb explode
Or a four-wheeled might just run amok.
Find me a country.
One where nobody thirsts for a mayhem
And for no reason but insanity
Spray bullets on everybody.
Find me a country.
Where there are no drug addicts
No extremists,
Who, when under the influence of drugs
Or their beliefs,
Rape, steal
And would have you killed
Find me a country.
One whose military, police and the leaders
Are not the devil’s apprentices,
Whose power they use
To abuse and oppress!
Is there any country
Where people embrace diversity,
Where there’s no poverty,
No war
No calamity?
Find me a country.
One whose inhabitants
Could rest assured,
And say
We’re safe and secured.
Is there any country,
A haven of hope, a sanctuary
Where we could go –
To hide
Before… or when the dreaded mushroom grow?
Find me that country.
Tell me where.
Please take me there.
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