The Ghost is back

Who is a ghost? I asked mama,
A devil who’s never seen, she said.
What does he do? I asked her again,
He kills and is very mean, she said.

As years flied by, I never saw the ghost,
I gradually forgot his story,
The devil of my childhood, i feared the most,
Was now distant memory.

Now i was young, healthy and hale
Looking to win the world,
I was scripting a successful tale,
A new age was to herald.

But one fine day, as the clock hit six
Hundreds were blown away,
Bombs and guns, in a deadly mix,
Had done the work, they say.

Who has done it, was the question asked,
As we helped one another,
Get hold of him – the devil masked,
We all shouted together.

God came down to my dreams that night
And slowly whispered to me,
The Ghost is back, with all his might,
For all of you to see.

What did you do? I yelled at him,
Why didn’t you save?
I don’t know, you created him,
So its your turn to be brave.

I made man, nature and birds,
You created boundaries,
I taught truth, peace and good words,
You created worries.

You fought hard, and spoiled the world,
Now you all must pay,
Get united and save the world,
As the ghost holds his sway.