Lost songs

I need songs:

Lovely tunes wafted from human cymbals

Melodies crooned from caged hummingbirds

I want to drink from the fountain of melody

From the juicy pots of nightingales

I need songs of life:

Melody of love

I want lyrics of peace

Lyrics of truce

I want destiny remoulded with sonorous voices

And the past sung into the urn of history

I desire future foretold in soothing symphony

And the present narrated in psalms

When shall humanity sing of love again?

When will man be at peace with himself

And stop dancing to the discordant tunes of

Hate

And war?

When will songs heal our wounds of ages?

Shall we again dance with

Our gaze smoothened by the song of hope?