A Preplaned X-Mas Prayer

My Lord! Kill me and send me back, I don't ask for a very big pack, Just two wings as I want to fly, For descending back from the sky, And a nib with a branch of olive, Yes, I want to revive and survive. I want to fly very close to the earth, I want to watch my mother's all worth, I want to see Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Want to see Kashmirs, Indi and Paki, I want to see the blood of Palestine, Western Asia, Africa, and Argentine, Europe destroyed in two world wars, Stalin's terror in the land of Czars! I want to test the leader of Vietnam, I see destruction in my old helpless palm, Through the ashes of destruction, Spring new flowers of construction, Ho Chi Minh said it but how he reformed? I want to learn how this magic is performed. So give two wings and a nib to the dove, And a heart filled in with love only love!