Friday, March 6, 2026

Peace

Peace

 

There is a dream

That we share

In lofty hopes

And solemn prayer

Peace

Peace I say

To come our way

Peace for all

Great and small

 

We awake

In the rumble of the bomb

With the scent of napalm

On our breath

Prophesying death

War is a whore

With no give and all take

Missiles fly

Children cry

Civilians die

And we ask why

While the answer given

Is always a lie

 

But there is no surrender

Or forsaking the ideal

In the future

Peace will be real

We shall turn

When we learn

The lesson of Love 


 POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor