Ode To Peace
I wake up with the sound of a cannonball
on the third month in the season of fall,
finding courage to brave this storm,
while its fierce wind blows my home.
I look above and make the call
as the mortars tear the wall,
but dark clouds block the sunlight
everytime I spread my sight.
Heavens, please rescue me!
Bullets are ringing as I make the plea.
Little children go astray.
My tears fall as I watch them lay.
Is it for dominion or for supremacy
that the mighty calls the tune of anarchy?
Isn't it better if the hands that slay
will build a niche for all to stay?
*For Ukraine*
Edited: January 29, 2023
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