The Monk in a Saffron Robe
Lay down the saffron robe
And drink the sand .
Feel the inadequacy of the earthly life.
The absence of true leadership
Marks the degradation of humankind.
Inspire the minds of a fallen people
Let them rise in their fractured dignity
Sadness follows their shadows.
They need a leader who leads.
A strong mind with compassion
Gentleness that silence their weeps
And rest their scarcity to sleep.
Broken integrity deadened
They belong to the crying willows.
Hopes and longing beguile
The rhythm of their shattered dreams .
Many souls had been battered
Wounded by relentless mortals.
They've walked long roads,
Crossed rivers wide with no feet.
Hope was their light
Dead dreams were their strife.
Give them life, give them peace
Kindness ,give them with bliss.
They've suffered quite a bit,indeed.
