Mercy's peace
has her own drummer boys..
they tap out their beats
on metal pots
Peace has her flags
... the leaves in the wind
They are the flags of 1 nation
and of all.. all for one
one for all
She has her orators
... the babbling brooks..
the waterfalls' roar
.. the rivers' murmurs
the seas' omkar
***
(Omkar: repetition of Om)
O Anna Niemus
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