War's Dilemma

In the hallowed twilight of Kurukshetra, Where valor clashed with destiny’s decree, Arjuna stood, torn by doubt’s tempest, His heart a battlefield of moral strife. Krishna, the charioteer, spoke sagely: “Arise, O Arjuna, wield your bow and blade, For duty calls, and fate’s wheel turns. Yet know, war’s clamor need not drown peace.” The Gita’s verses, like arrows in flight, Pierce through the smoke of conflict’s haze: “Fight, but fight dispassionately,” it whispers, “Let righteousness guide your every strike.” Let righteousness guide your every strike. Let righteousness guide your every strike. Nonviolence, compassion, forgiveness These virtues, woven into the cosmic tapestry, Remind us that war’s thunder need not drown The gentle cadence of peace’s eternal song. So, Arjuna, grasp your bow, but hold aloft The banner of dharma, For in the crucible of battle, truth emerges: War’s fire can forge a path to righteous peace Arjuna, grasp your bow, Arjuna, grasp your bow, War’s fire can forge a path to righteous peace War’s fire can forge a path to righteous peace [Guitar Solo] [Big Finish] [End]