Rest, no more!

Gone is yesterday, why still

thy sore bleeds, the unpleasant history

as Man killed man, with knives and guns

now they fight, a battle of words?

will you never learn to heal

take what you get and leave?

Wait, some more,

and then turn back; forget

what we had seen till yesterday

Pretend some more, like it never happened.

Why, then why

do we cry this fear away

of glorifying our past and present

let us hide into our mother's wombs

and cradle into our graves

till we find ourselves again

and face life, with a crooked smile

Stand tall and look at the flaws

and fill the voids by our own hands

like a sculptor, repair and re-create.

What has been, has gone

and what shall remain is what we do

now, for now

rest no more,

It is time to awaken thy soul.

Rest, no more.