/Two millennia ago the world had more love and less weapons, now the world has more weapons and less love/

At the crossroad

Of the millennium

I can write

I have no problems with myself

My body is OK

So is my soul.

My problem is with the modern world

With it’s weapons of multiple choice

Stupid and smart bombs

To kill smartly

Or to kill stupidly

With a good will

Or with a bad will

But very accurately

As seen on T.V.

Our modern world has bombs

For enemies and for friends

For those we would attack

And those we would defend

Bombs made to measure

To destroy, kill or mutilate.

Warlords are my nightmare

I love children,

And they love bombs

The fear child increase

And I fear bombs

A child is a nuisance

It’s a burden, they say

It needs food to eat,

Water to drink, ……