Group 2 — on Peace

Throughout history we've paid the price Of building on earth a Paradise; Through war, turmoil, murder and vice We've experimented, thrown many a dice. It's now time to heed our own advice Creatively, of our own device Make our earth peaceful, serene and nice, From our mind's heaven, bring out Paradise.

In a beehive there is but one queen, A second queen is nowhere to be seen; The soldier bees defend the hive with their might Gladly give their life if needed in a fight; The worker bees toil by day, rest by night They build the hive and make honey, O what a sight. Within the hive there's no justice system, no police Automatically order is kept, so is the peace. And what's more, every bee is happy to do The job for which it was born and it grew. Nature is such that there's reason for each piece Fulfillment of that purpose brings joy and peace. The reason why we need to have police and law To keep order in our midst, is our own flaw, We have stayed too far away from our bliss Consider working at our joy, a deadly kiss, It stems from Eden, from that primeval hiss Tree of Knowledge we pick, Eternal Life we miss. If we consider this world of ours a large bee hive And busily towards our bliss work and strive, Spontaneously we will have order and peace Live in bliss, hatred and crime we will release.

Relentless pursuit of gold I see With all my might from this I flee I see people, who are thinking they are free, Avaricious, cunning, their eyes thus glee They are children chasing shadows in sight When in truth what they seek is light.

It was pride That me divide And kept my soul Below the tide. In this domain Where I remain In deep and dark Naked, stark The tide is low My soul aglow I kill my pride My heart shall grow. Without fear Listen, hear And just trust God is near. And in the fog I unplug Sense of fear And I cheer I see pride Will over-ride My heart and soul Left untried. I know now Humbly bow To higher will Like Buddha.

Some people chew While others swallow their morsels right through. Some people laze While others work with a frantic craze. Some people trade While others want everything be self-made. Somebody plays While others are busy in their purposeless ways. Some go slow While others on the fast track to nowhere go. Work at my niche And toil, and strive and rush until I'm rich. And if I switch Will I still ceaselessly complain and bitch? I wonder which Will get me out of my self-made ditch.