LEARNING IS LIFE

  Politicization and Commercialization of Temples: A Poem God's house, now bright lights gleam, But feels like just a hollow dream. Devotion's lost in show and tell, While coins in coffers rise and swell. The common man, he stands outside, His simple faith, they cannot hide. But temple doors, they seem to close, On hearts that ache and spirit knows. This worship, bought and polished bright, Hides darkness deep, and steals the light. The soul is starved, the spirit weak, A change is needed, we must speak. For heartless greed has gone too far, Beyond the bounds of what we are. A revolution's gentle hand, To heal the wounds across the land. A just order, born of right, To bring back trust, and truth, and light!

  CONSEQUENCES OF THE FORCED NEW WORLD ORDER: QUINTAINS A welfare state, kind and serene, With democracy's vibrant sheen, Should serve all with grace, In a fair, equal space, Not a New World Order, dark 'n mean. New World Order will take its hold, With wars and coercion, we're told, Sovereignty's breached, Human rights are beseeched, Leaving justice out in the cold. Democracy's pillars now bend, Fair rules lose their power, no end. With trade forced and tight, Friend-shoring deemed right, A new cruel system they'll tend. New World Order's grip, tight ;n strong, Makes justice and laws feel all wrong. With trade as its tool, It plays friend, acts the fool, While the world sings a fractured new song.

  The dark side of rulers today: Quintains Leaders today quite sly 'n astute, Found discord a marvelous loot. With wedge issues cast, Trust shattered so fast, They ruled as the people dispute. Market's crushing hand, cold and vast, Fuels divides that forever will last. Cultures break down, Distrust fills the town, Humanity pays, good days are all past.

Criminalization of wars by international goons: A poem   Now war crimes are growing more rife, But power drunks dodge court for their life. War mongers so bold, War crimes untold, Impunity sharpens the knife.    The ICC's call, a distant hum, For gilded towers, never come. The powerful laughs, a chilling sound, While victims bleed on unkind ground.

  The Gita says, listen with care, Know the Divine, with heartfelt prayer. Formless and pure, a celestial abode, The Supreme Soul, eternally bestowed. The Gita says, listen with care, Know the living, with insight to share. A fragment of soul, a spark so bright, The Divine's reflection, pure and light. The Gita says, listen with care, Know this world, and its snare. Illusion and charm, a deceptive play, Living in delusion leads astray. The Gita says, listen with care, Know the cycle, time's heavy air. Do your duty, fruitlessly free, Righteousness guides to liberty. Purify your mind, oh my friend dear, From birth and death, release is here. This is the essence, life's true aim, Salvation's path, escaping the frame.

  WARS TODAY: A  POEM The bombs fall hard, a cruel divide, Where right and wrong are swept aside. Politics twisted, dark and deep, While people killed and kids weep. The hunger for rare earths, glint of gold, A thirst for power that can never hold, So dominance and greed in conflict meet, A bitter harvest, eternally complete. No battle lines, no open fight, Just cyber attacks steal the light. The drone takes flight, a metal bird, No pilot seen, no sound is heard. A sudden flash, a silent tear, Control asserted, far and near. The schools burn, houses are gone, For market share, the wars rage on. A thirst for power that can never cease, So dominance and greed in conflict meet!