TM Gandhi Poetry - Cure for War

THERESA MARIE GANDHI

Poetry

Grandma Giggles with a Cure for War

Grandma giggles, with a cure for war
a cure for war, where we laugh more.
We will need truth and a whole lot more
courage it will take, courage and more
truth will have to be brought to the fore
before we the people, the common folk
who would be too scared, if we broke the joke
were told the truth, about real life
how we wage death, with all we’ve got.
To cure war, you start in your mind
not in your actions or fooled each time
by reality’s reflection of what was dreamed up within
and given expression with an inner grin
to stop hate with compassion and love
will do the trick but more than love
is forgiveness granted, for speaking the truth.
To lie to the public, Clinton was before
wasn’t forgiven, Monica’s knees on the floor.
To stop lusting, to stop war, change your mind
lift off from the floor, rise in truth, to begin anew
a way of being, a way to choose.
Laugh at adversity, laugh at your past
laugh at your mind, for coming at last
at getting the giggle, the one that lasts
from telling the truth, with compassion at last.
With justice unblended, by corporate might
look to the giggle, to light your night
laugh at Bush and replace him fast.
Laugh at war and make peace fast
change the budget, fund a court
where truth is told and lies die at last.
A false notion, lies will fall to ruin, will tear all eyes
giggle for peace and rout out all corruption, all vice
get to the giggle, cure cancer and fast.
When loving, dancing and making nice
you celebrate winning with the inner grin
and stop all war making, it is a mortal sin.
To lust for the death of man or child
is to lose laughter, to lose God’s pride in humanity.
The act of becoming is to be, a hue, a rainbow one
emanating love, from an inner grin
from knowing the Presence of peace within.

© Copyright Theresa Marie 1/24/2001