Ukraine – The Perceptions Square

Where is his Heaven?

There’s a drought of hope,
And only sufferings bloom ,
With the blood of the innocents,
In the middle of the war!

A soldier lifts his bruised head,
From the rubble of his land,
Which was once a paradise,
Now a barren land of chaos.

His dreams soaked in tears,
His sufferings healed with smoke,
He limps for his motherland,
He lives and fight for his motherland.

Where is his heaven?

Maybe, deep inside his soul
Reside the love of his people,
Though his body walk on embers,
But his soul Is already in paradise!

When Ego become eyes,
And the heart loses sight,
Then blood loses its worth
And is spilled with hate on earth

The brothers who fight wars,
And the fathers who lost all,
Become memories etched with tears,
That soaked in sacrifice and prayers.

The men who fight wars,
Never deserve to fight at all
They fight and die for love,
In the wars forced by their lords!

Mighty eye of the Karma,
Watching and weighing their sins,
Innocents will attain salvation,
While criminals would see their end!