In the face of War, the Monkey stands tall,
Against the weapons that bring mankind's fall.
No happy end, nor a tragic demise,
A brave new choice, where true wisdom lies.
Against violent techniques, I take my stand,
For even children can find peace at hand.
A game of challenge, like chess on the board,
Where conflicts are resolved, a new path toward.
No bombs, no tools of destruction and dread,
Just random luck that leaves much to be said.
Ironically speaking, with a touch of woe,
Children resort to luck when knowledge could grow.
Against ignorance, let knowledge prevail,
For it holds value that no money can scale.
Instruments of learning, empower the mind,
To solve the problems that we may find.
The history of humanity, lessons to glean,
Where bullets and punches never redeemed.
Society's woes, born from violent seed,
Justice tainted, embracing a flawed creed.
Military organisms, their base built on force,
Yet soldiers train, breaking things, without remorse.
Let go of the hero's myth, a new voice to claim,
Educate with kindness, a different aim.
Lions, tigers, dogs, cats, and horses too,
Without violence, they learn, become peaceful and true.
In this brave new choice, let wisdom prevail,
A society transformed, where love shall never fail.
As the Monkey, I speak with a gentle voice,
Seeking peace and understanding, the ultimate choice.
No grand woven in this rhyme,
Just the Monkey's essence, a call for a sublime time.
So let us learn, evolve, and strive,
To build a world where compassion survives.
No happy end, but a hope in our hearts,
That humanity finds peace and embraces its arts.