No More Killing
No more killing children.
No more killing lovers.
No more killing words giving birth to the soul of language.
For ambition and thought with deep emotion.
No more suppressing chaos, the fear of loneliness.
No more suppressing livestock we kill and eat.
No more suppressing the rice-growing country.
Throughout the ages anywhere, no more than this,
Adhering to something and rubbing its knee and it's changed.
An appealing reason for happiness to take a chance.
In the thought I especially beg for.
Will there be such words that have been engraved on my mind?
No more killing.
How would it be if I killed you? Never ever!
The war-renouncing constitution means I kill you and lose.
I will train my mind and never kill my own kin for peace.
Killing ludicrous arguments for killing.
An ibis on a leafy treetop.
No more killing children, parents and lovers,
The will of chaos, the fear of loneliness,
Words giving birth to the soul of language.
No more suppressing the feelings of the heart, your heart, a voice to appeal
for.
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