O Scientist (A Rondeau in Tetrametre) <br /> <br />O Scientist, no more arms invent; <br />To heal, not harm, your skill is meant. <br />Old War's ruins await repair; <br />For new ones wherefore, then, prepare? <br /> <br />Widows' wails and loud laments <br />Of those whose homes are razed or rent, <br />The orphaned, maimed, don't make you repent? <br />From throes of woes your brethren spare, <br />O Scientist! <br /> <br />Armour, instead of arms, invent, <br />To even Nature's raids prevent. <br />Construct a case with cautious care <br />For housing Peace and all that's fair. <br />Then will be your time well-spent, <br />O Scientist!<br /><br />Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-scientist/
