Blessed Be The Peacemakers
(A prayer to mark this eventful day)
Blessed be the peacemakers
Who change violence into lasting peace
May they become as one team of partakers
and may the deadly fire at long last cease
May God give you strength to bear the worldly burdens
According to our Lord's Scriptures and acts we believe in
An abiding truce, the missing piece
May fall into place for the sake of world peace
Mid East, the cradle of civilization
Bring a brightening day upon mankind's re-creation
Beasts! Killers!
Soulless beings, devoid of empathy,
Ruthless in your actions,
Inflicting pain without remorse.
What sins have the innocent committed?
Caught in the crossfire of your wars,
Agents of destruction,
Where is your humanity?
You, architects of suffering,
Where is the dialogue,
In your resort to violence,
Claiming innocent lives?
Do you sleep soundly,
Knowing the devastation you wreak,
Children orphaned, hospitals bombed,
What darkness lurks in your mind?
You are unworthy of this world,
Your actions speak of pure evil,
Funding wars, justifying atrocities,
No excuse for the slaughter of innocence.
Why have we descended into this abyss?
As the world watches in silence,
We cannot betray with our silence,
Hear the cries of the children,
In Gaza, DRC, Ukraine, Sudan,
Syria, and beyond,
Let their tears move you to change,
For they too deserve peace and joy.
Do not hoard the beauty of the world,
Let it be for all,
As you once were a child,
So too are they, deserving of love.
Do not be selfish,
Let the children live in peace,
For their innocence is our hope,
And their laughter, our salvation.
SARAJEVO-1995 Another Cease Fire
As old as death and cold as nevermore
all set to stone, by those who've died before;
the acts of love, though viewed a falacy
reveal the truth of what has come to be
and given to what friendship has in store.
This city with its palaces should die
though all the world would come to wonder why,
for better off the world would come to be
than letting blood to flow so fast and free
in gutterways, where life lives on its' lie.
There'll never be agreement, in our day
for east is east, and west, the other way,
and taste for blood is strong and long and deep,
from promises that time will never keep,
and all the world has nothing more to say.
Who'll end the peace so fast we'll never know
enough to place the blame where it should go?
There's always time to bury those who've died
but not enough for helping those who've cried,
and peace is what the reapers never sow.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.
One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!
The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!
To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!
This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
Suddenly without warning
I saw you in the sky
You were on a mission
I thought I would cry
You have no heart you filthy coward
As you flew over our town
I am a peaceful man
I couldn’t shoot you down
No one is safe as you fly by
No man, no woman, no child
You hit your targets consistently
Even the statue at church was defiled
Your aim is uncanny as you hit your targets below
Precision bombing from afar
You now have gotten on my last nerve
You do it every time I wax my car.
Mr nobody-can-catch me;
Many have passed to yonder by your rod of power,
you have kept millions weeping and wailing
while you are wining and dining on their inheritance
just because you want to rule this this terrestial ball.
Blood of the pure you have shed on the plains,
skulls of the saints you have scattered on the way,
the hearts of the uprights you have wounded and displaced
just because you want to have your way.
Your thoughts as fire rages with pain;
your words are arrows that bruises and slay
your services are thorns that shoke others' gain
just because you want to take hold of today.
Your backbones are favoured and sealed
but your competitors are captured and dismissed
your seeds are watered and cherished
while others' are scatered and purnished.
Mr stony heart,
Yesterday might be yours
and today is smilling at you,
even tommorow seems like a bonus share and a free asset
but a day will come that your arsenal will become a desert,
your mansions then will become dungeons
and bullets will be scarce in your riffle.
Then, you will be forced to cease fire.