I walk out into the lush green

To a tranquilizing Kargeen,

When a far gunshot shakes my soul

And the delicate trees lose their moles. 

In the presence of whose reign 

Is the humanity drowning in vain?

 

Some depend on War and Peace 

To realise the pragmatic fact that 

Conflicts can be dealt with ease,

While some still continued to tease,

Others relentlessly aimed the knees 

Until the other could no longer stand. 

 

There's emptiness in my numb hand,

And in the place where I stand

There are no indigenous bees

Or bee hives on the silent trees;

Nobody knows where they've been,

Have any of you possibly seen?