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 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney