Over the heap of guns and bayonets*

Over the heap of guns and bayonets*

Over the heap of guns and bayonets
Oneday we will stand up straight
You and me or our playmates of yore,
We will oneday stand there sure,
Holding our Love a hope,
Amidst bloodshed we would stand
And unearth those mines down the slope,
We will sing for Love and only Love,
We will sing for doves,

Then how the world with us join
Seeing us standing right there
Over the heap of guns and missiles
We will surely new words coin
To replace obsolete words-
Hatred , malice and other things,
Sabres, machetes, swords,
We will over them stand.

(*Note : picture courtesy : Sam Carlo)