For Heaven's sake, O, ye much-honored chiefs,
Ye brilliant penmen and ye great elite
Of every clime and country on the earth,
Forbear, and let not your ambitious plans
For more dominion, prestige, markets, wealth,
Resources, domination or revenge,
Pervert your thinking and subvert your will,
And losing sight of what a war would cost,
When fought with nuclear engines, pray restrain
Your ardor and in calmer moments ask
Yourself: How can you gain your cherished ends
If, only after a few hours of fight
With missiles, earth would be a wilderness,
And all that on which you now build your plans
Dissolve into air, like a vanished dream,
And you will find yourself, if still alive,
The monarch of the waste surrounding you!

The Present Crisis, Page 133

The Present Crisis -- Chapter X

The Only Sure and Honorable Way Out

How would the law adjudge the acts of one
Who proves a traitor to his motherland,
Deceives the nation, sells her to a foe,
Imposes on her and betrays her trust,
Tells vital secrets to her enemies,
Dishonours her in the eyes of the world,
And by these actions does her grievous harm.

He braves the anger of his country-folk,
Draws on himself their insults and abuse,
Disgrace and condemnation for his crime;
Aware they would despise and hate his name,
And, if in their grip, would demand his life,
To avenge the serious wrong he did to them.

He knows all this when he commits the sin,
Driven to it by burning thirst for gold,
Or high position or possession or
His passion for a charmer whom he loves,
Who lured him from his nation and his home
And made him face the tempest for her sake.

If we conceive Faith as our native land,
The soil on which we were brought up and bred,
With God as Sovereign Ruler, Heaven as home,
And heavenly beings as compatriots,
Which is the true position, if we trust
The gospels of our creed, declaring that
We are the children of a heavenly Sire,
With angels, cherubim and devas as
Our close companions, dwellers on the land
To which, in solemn truth, we all belong-
The land of seraphs and immortal orbs
Of life-divine, who drest in clay descend
To earth to play their parts, allotted by
The Sire, in keeping with Celestial Laws,
Beyond our ken, as girt by walls of clay,
We lose touch with the customs of our land
And need, to win back our divine estate,
Continued effort to unearth the Key.

O, ye Believers in Religion and
The Truths which it upholds for common good,
How can we justify our lack of faith
When we shut from the mind our pure descent,
Our high position as Empyrean-born,
Our tall imperial stature as a Soul,
Above the good and evil of the earth,
Above its opulence and poverty,
Above its storm and stress, dispute and strife,
Above its squalor, dirt, refuse and filth,
Above all that disturbs us in the least,
Or acts against our native state of bliss
That reigns supreme in our celestial home,
Above the din and noise, disease and pain,
Despair and hope, distress and fleeting joy,
Which make up, for a while, our worldly life?

Why have we given up this gold to waste
The Time allowed to us by waiting death,
In heaping litter and in hoarding trash,
Which, when beyond our need, are valueless
And only satisfy a morbid itch
For show and grandeur, boundless power or wealth,
Or mad desire for all-devouring love,
Which all end in frustration or remorse
Or vain regrets, when with decaying health
And bent with age, we ponder o'er the past?

There can be no two views about the fact
That we cannot be loyal to our faith,
If we discredit its accepted truths,
Or fail to act upon the injunctions laid
To discipline our lives in keeping with
Its tenets and beliefs held all along.
We must behave, if loyal to our creed,
Which tells us that we have a deathless soul,
In ways which do not savour of pretence
Of guile or false belief to save our face,
And must work diligently all our life
To gain the Kingdom of Heaven, Nirvana
Or Paradise or Brahman, as the Peak
For which we have to strive, with all our strength,
And how: This too is clearly underlined
In Sermon on the Mount, Commandments Ten,
The Gita, Dhammapada or Quran
And scriptures of the other holy faiths.

How can we class a mortal who is loud
In his avowal of a holy faith,
But does the opposite of what she says,
Calls God his Father or Creator or
By what-so-e'er relationship he likes;
But by his acts belies the love professed;
Accepts that his soul is immortal and
That Gospels hold inspired commands of God,
Or of his incarnation, or of One
Among the highest of enlightened Souls,
Or of a Prophet with a Message from
The Lord to show the right way to the fold;
But far from acting on the precepts taught
Does the reverse, obeys the cannons laid
By breaking each and every one of them,
Invokes the Grace of God for help in need,
And then repays it with ingratitude;
Except in lip-deep worship, prayer, rites,
Ignores the Gospels as if of no worth;
A fibster, outwardly who owns a creed
With lips, but soon disowns it with his deeds;
A crime worse than unmasked apostasy.
How far do we obey the tenets of
Our faith, how far act on the word of God,
Can be assessed by our aversion to
A simple, humble life of peace and truth,
Compassion, love for neighbour, charity,
Subdued ambition, passion, lust, desire,
Downgraded anger, hate and violence:
A life attuned to God and His image pure
Of what is good and noble in the world.
But what will we find, if we try to probe
How far our life is modelled on our Faith;
How far we reach the ideals carved by her,
How far we carry out the Will of God?
If we are lax, what do we merit for
Our gross intransigence 'gainst the laws,
Against what is ambrosia for the soul,
Whom we drag in the mud of our desire;
Against what can attest our love of God
Against all that we must uphold as right
If we admit we have a soul to save,
To prove we are above unthinking beasts,
And have a Crown of wit upon our head?

But if we fail in this emergent task
And act contrarily, then are we not
As good as traitors to our native soil,
Seduced from duty by the very same
Alluring chattels which entice one who
Betrays his country for some tempting bait?
Is it surprising then that Man is faced
With a threat to his whole community?

The menace, too, does not descend from heaven
But is our own creation, for it is
Born of our own intelligence and wit,
Which are the prompters, too, of our revolt.
And so our treason 'gainst our native land
In dire calamity might soon recoil.
'Tis our superb intelligence that won
For us the richest empire on the earth,
But now an outlaw for her grave defiance
Is waiting for the Rod to set her right.

Do you think in the preparations made
For war the Powers-that-be can have no hand,
And that the nuclear weapons, forged by us,
Have not their concurrence and active help?
Have you e'er pondered o'er the issue that
The Omnipresent and Omniscient God
Can ne'er be ignorant of what we do,
Nor can we act against His edicts nor
Can aught materialize against His Will?

So, if a true believer, one cannot
Refuse to own that we are face to face
With that phenomenon which ancients called
The "Wrath of Heaven," descending on the earth,
To put insurgent Man back on the Path.
And so the weapons, piled up fast, provide
The scourge, devised by human wit, to whip
Herself to sanity, with awful pain,
Out of her drunken state of arrogance.

The plea that progress in technology
Confers on those who can prepare the stuff
The right to use atomic armaments
Is as untenable as the logic that
One who invents a new machinegun can
Employ it lawfully in a roadside fray
To win more honour from his neighbours, or
A larger portion from the market stock,
Or a predominant position in
The neighbourhood with greater right to grab
Whate'er he chooses for the reason that
He is more powerful, richer, more advanced,
And has a new machinegun in his hand!

Or if a man discovers a new way
Of dalliance with women he should be
Allowed to show his skill in public parks
Before the eager eyes of hungry crowds!
Or let a student who invents a bomb
Which, using only air, can kill a crowd,
Can deploy the new device, when in class,
To cow down teachers, frighten other boys,
Or rob the school of books and magazines,
And, when restrained, explode in self-defence
To blast the offending kids, as their restraint
Would mean infringement of his right to do
Whate'er he likes with this new wonder of
His more enhanced skill in technology.

The truth is that a vile, infernal stuff, 
Prepared in secrecy by clever brains,
By wrongly using their great intellects,
Howe'er high in repute they might have been,
Howe'er high their attainments and their skill,
To be used by their nation which, without
Regard to principles of justice, truth
And fair play, laws of ethics, human rights,
Divine Commandments and the rules of war,
Employed it for revenge on innocents.
To exact the penalty imposed for such
A wild defiance of Celestial Law,
The stuff-assuming now the awful form
Of an infernal Monster-is about
To pounce upon the guilty intellect,
And hovers close to every spot on earth
The ends of heavenly justice soon to serve.
A Dragon reared up by man with his wit,
To inflict due punishment for guilty acts
Of his own and to learn a lesson which
He shall recall with awe for centuries.

The wonder is how all the world is dead
To so gross a denial of the rights
Of other nations, threatened by the blasts,
Though not a party to the deadly feud,
Who run the risk of radiation, death,
Pollution, famine, dearth, disruption, loss
And e'en a direct hit with missiles, when
The war is at its height, and palsied hands,
Inert with horror at the ghastly sights,
Mis-aim the monsters to unchosen sites.
Who will then pay the damage done as none
Out of the parties may survive the clash,
Or be in a position to make good
The loss inflicted on a neutral land,
Which is inevitable in a war
With nuclear engines of the latest type?

This raises issues how on moral grounds,
And how, while advocating human rights,
A nation can deploy a weapon so
Uncertain and unmanageable that
It can cause grievous harm to distant soils,
And wreck and ruin them beyond repair,
Can damage and disrupt contiguous lands,
In no respect connected with the war,
With fallout and contamination of
The native elements essential for
The existence and survival of their life?

How can we justify a weapon which
Can prove as lethal for noncombatants
As for belligerents? Where is the law
Or e'en convention which permits a state,
Wittingly or unwittingly, to blast
A neutral land, with irreparable loss
Of life and property to its unarmed
And guiltless folk? How can a foul device,
That has this possibility, be used
By nations proud of their traditions for
Uprightness, freedom, justice, rule of law,
And human feeling shown for all the race?
How can they reconcile the two, O God?
How can they reconcile their word and deed?

It is beyond the slightest shade of doubt
That, judged by any standard, e'en of war,
The use of nuclear weapons is a crime
Against both man and God, and all upheld
As Right by law and world religions both.
No arguments or logic can defend
What will be undefendable to the end.
'Tis but a waste of time and energy
To whitewash what is but a heinous crime.
How odd that this egregious sin is made
A subject of debate, when it would meet
Only contempt and condemnation from
The law-abiding nine-tenths of the race.

The nuclear nations know it too well that
Their lives will be in gravest danger, when
Atomic weapons are employed, and hence
Those well informed about this menace try
Their best to end the overhanging threat,
To save their own dear lives, well knowing that
They may cause e'en more damage to their land
Than to that of the distant enemy,
For no one can predict whose aim will be
More true, or favoured more by chance, to hit
The most strategic sites on either side.

We know these foul contraptions have not been
Accepted e'en by all the people of
The nuclear nations, and but one exchange
Of fire might cause upheavals that may force
The ones in power to quit or end the war.
Those who are counting on the nuclear arm
For their ascendancy, survival or
Subdual of the foe live in the land
Of dreamers, and will be the first to reap
The fruit of their revolt against the Law,
By paying forfeit with their robes and gowns;
For such a murderous frenzy will soon grip
The crowds that they will stop at nothing, and,
May rise in mad rebellion 'gainst the few
In power who will be out-and-out for war
To end at once the diabolic fray.

How does the conscience of the leading ranks
Of these ascendant lands remain unpricked,
When they know that their own compatriots
Live with a dread sword hanging o'er their heads;
That pregnant mothers, crowing babies and
The toiling crowds of simple, honest folk,
Who bide contented with the tithe they have,
Delighted to be moving and alive,
Will all be instantly hurled into hell,
For no fault on their part, no sin, no wrong,
No action done to merit such an end,
Save that of cheering loud the ruling teams
Whene'er they chanced to pass their way or, when
They saw them in a gala function held
To listen to the words they had to say-
Without least knowledge of their hid designs
Or actions or what they intend to do-
A state of trust unparalleled on earth,
But often from one side alone, returned
But seldom by the other and, sometimes,
Repaid with treachery by those adored?

If all the world upholds this kind of war,
This murder from a distance of the folk
Of hostile lands, in millions at a time,
Unarmed, defenceless women, children, men-
That does not mean 'tis not a heinous crime.

If all the world upholds a way of life
Which contravenes the gospels of a faith,
And acts conversely to the precepts taught,
Or revels in defying all the rules,
That does not mean adherents of that creed
Are right in their behaviour, in the least,
Or true to their profession or belief.

If all the world upholds ideals which
Confer equality on one and all,
With liberty and brotherhood to add,
And then to enforce these high ideals puts
To sword and into concentration camps,
For grinding labour with frostbitten hands,
Millions of victims in dark secrecy,
It does not mean that what is done is right 
And that the principles professed are sound.

This is what ails the clever mind today,
'Tis dead to its transgressions all the time;
It ne'er perceives the ugly, darker side
Of its behaviour or its thought and act,
And, as one pets a sweetheart, hugs its faults,
Condones its errors, justifies mistakes,
Excuses misdemeanours, waives off sins,
By self-deceit keeps merry all the time,
Dwells on but its good traits, ignores the bad,
Which, when remembered, might its conscience    
prick,
And thus, oblivious to its own defects,
Which one must keep before one's eye to mend,
With slow erosion of the moral side,
Has made embellished lie a passable norm
Of man's behaviour in his business deals-
A practice which, condemned by every faith,
Is honey to sophisticated minds.

The outcome is that of the leading brains
The bulk delights in what it thinks or does
And often views an action, e'en if wrong,
In the light of its broader interests;
Or of the high position which it holds,
Judging them not by the criteria laid,
Nor by some standard fixed for what is right,
But by its interests, objectives, aims,
Or nature of the expediency-
An egotistic and narcissistic mind,
Which firm believes 'tis always in the right
And salves its conscience with the logic that
This was the only course it could pursue;
In that position all would do the same;
That was how it could best its country serve,
Its firm or office or its interest,
Casting morality in diverse molds,
Like wax, to make it suit its ends and aims.

Since moral values are essential for
Mankind's survival in the atomic age,
It would be virtual suicide to break
The wall that stands between us and sure death.
'Tis for this reason that the actions done
By leading minds in all academies,
In trade, in politics, professions, arts
Or in the media-the leading wit
And skill in every sphere of human life-
Unless restrained by strict adherence to
The Moral Laws would jeopardise the race.
The present crisis is a warning sign
From heaven, reminding us to change our ways;
But since we are bedazzled by the glow
Of our achievements in the earthly fields,
There is a common error that we can
Defy the moral laws that rule our lives,
A fatal blunder at the very base
Of dangers which now stare us in the face.

A full-blown nuclear war is suicide,
A mad itch for self-immolation done
To meet some foul distemper of the mind,
For sanity can ne'er become so mad
To walk into the jaws of death at choice.

Those who display a lack of sense to see
The present hideous conflict in this light
Betray a deadness of the instinct for
Self-preservation, the primordial urge
On which survival of the race depends.

A half-way nuclear war is out of count,
For once the Demon of Hate is at large,
And the exchange of nuclear missiles starts,
With capitals as the first targets hit,
Who will retain the sanity of mind
To call a halt to the exploding bombs!
For there will not be one but many states
Involved in this infernal give and take,
With wounded, dying and dead everywhere,
The country in a shambles, transport and
Communication wrecked, the leaders out
Of wits, a thousand problems on their mind;
The people in the grip of mortal fear,
Running in panic, dead to everything
Save how to flee from the pursuing flames;
A wild stampede, more than frantic rush,
In which the weaker would be crushed to death;
Who will maintain his balance, keep his wits
In these macabre, mind-unhinging scenes,
Unfolding with the speed of lightning and 
Beyond the power of man to handle now?

Those who complacently talk of this threat
Which can make earth a fuming hell in space,
While lolling in their chairs, with pen in hand,
Smoking, as if they are the lords of earth,
Looking so calm and undisturbed, the while
They speak on this unspeakable curse of war,
Treating atomic fights, too, as routine,
Howe'er accomplished, are a hopeless prey
To that abnormal state of intellect,
Which barren of compassion and the power
To place herself in the shoes of the crowds
That will fall victims to the awful blasts,
And form the objects of those grisly scenes,
They, like the colour-blind who have no sense
Of colour, fail to assess the pain involved-
A common failing of conceited minds,
Which all their life think only of themselves,
Against injunctions laid by every faith
To think of others in one's prayers and
To exercise compassion off and on.
For sans this love of neighbour and the thought
Of poor and helpless in one's daily life,
The mind becomes too self-indulgent to
Think kindly and humanely of the world-
The type of mind neglect of faith has bred.

The mighty heads of states, on whom devolves
The great responsibility of our time
To avert the threatened holocaust, should not
Bend low to listen to the phobic lot,
Who ne'er can taste the bitterness of that
Which they propose unless themselves hit hard.
The only potent method to resolve
This hard dilemma is to moderate
The heat, stop adding fuel to the fire,
And slowly bring to a halt the weapon race,
Convene effective meetings of the states
Which stand up stoutly for a peaceful world,
Ban weapon sales to needy lands for gain,
For you thus arm yourself potential foes,
Nor e'en supply them free to your allies;
Reduce production of this ware until
The curse of war is lifted from the earth.

Key up the U.N.O. to push this cause,
Alert the people of all lands and climes
About the dangers of a nuclear war,
In duty bound, as you first should have done
Before embarking on this fatal course.
Enlist their full support in this campaign,
Their cry will be resistless and shall win
E'en in the lands where their voice is suppressed.

Begin discussions with the foe to evolve
A formula for coexistence in
A climate of peace, friendship, love and trust,
And draw up soon a mutual agreement,
With fullest safeguards set for either side,
Each bound to observe for e'er the solemn pact,
Each bound to honour and respect those who
Are parties to this holy covenant.

This is the only dignified way out,
The only sure and honourable course,
Which, with pure efforts and the Grace of God,
Can grant humanity a further lease
Of life to win the glorious prize ordained
To crown her hard millennial toil on earth.
Do not forget when in fear of this war
That Hope is ne'er away from human hearts,
And blank despair is ne'er the only course
For those beleaguered by an adverse Fate,
As Grace of God is always near at hand
To fill the darkest day with bright sunshine.

Gopi Krishna

April 13, 1981