White Roses
Our nations' collective songs of sorrow
midst the ebony shades of grief.
White roses of hope and purity,
gifted from God for our mournful conscience.
We pray for a peace that eludes in
roiling turbulence of skies fiery,
split open raining missiles,
in the hatred of humanity,
of youth fallen before their
dreams are lived out,
of infants born without their fathers.
White roses softly glowing in sunlight,
as we kiss the widows' cheeks.
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