When Peace Shall Bloom
Creatures shaped by Nature’s hand,
Now twisted by a darker strand—
Once gentle, pure, and wild, and free,
Now marked by rage and cruelty.
They roamed in Eden’s golden light,
But fell with man from virtue’s height.
Now fierce they wait, with restless eyes,
Their hearts unmoved by pleading cries.
Yet still they stir our souls to trace
The distant glow of Eden’s grace—
A memory soft, a sacred gleam,
Of what was lost, and what we dream.
But prophecy in time shall speak:
A peace to raise the worn and weak.
When man shall draw the sword no more,
And silence reigns where cannons roar.
The lion walks with lamb in light,
The tiger rests through gentle night.
The serpent plays with child in glee,
Its venom gone, its spirit free.
The wolf and dove shall share one field,
And hearts long hardened shall be healed.
No more shall brother turn to fight,
But live in mercy’s endless light.
The tank shall turn to plough and seed,
The gun to hook for human need.
No more shall war’s dread echoes cry,
But quiet reign beneath the sky.
Then love shall bloom where hatred grew,
And bind the hearts of all anew.
The earth shall rest, the stars shall sing,
And peace, eternal, crown its King.
WoPoLi 
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