Laureates In My Home

My home is a place to get together For the lovely living laureates I know It's a pink home of flowers and a fountain I wish to show you but I cannot show! It's hidden in the grills of God made steel As My God is afraid it may be broken And as He himself lives in its best room Windows of words written and spoken Give Him an opportunity to peep out And to see the colorful fragrant laureates Some pink roses some white Jasmines Love is the language of learned literates The fountain spreads red hot water It's white when arrives in your eyes A magic of love have a look sweethearts! It's vaporized and flies to the skies Our blood that is changed in tears Our sighs that are changed in clouds I am sure will rain one day heavily And earth will grow the new sprouts Guns will be changed in flowers Boarders will be changed in bridges Below the bridges will be river of love Couples on the boats made by cartridges! The earth shaking man's erratic extremism Deadly destroying and killing nationalism Furious and frightening old fundamentalism Will be changed in peaceful internationalism There will be a single anthem of the world Whether yellow or brownie white or black Making a chain of hands with flying kisses From all corners will rise for the crack. I am sure the laureate awarded with love By none else but by the ancient nature Will finally change the world at last And centuries old man's rotten caricature!