Ceasefire Poems - Poems about Ceasefire

Easter ceasefire... little boys playing with their toy guns...

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The air filled with cries, As people see, humanity dies. Gaza bleeds and screams, While the rest of the world dreams. Seeing their condition; eyes filled with tears, But they refused to give what's theirs. For the only one they fear is God, Giving them hope that His help is near. Little children die of hunger, Telling the world their faith is stronger. Hungry children...

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Fire, fire, countless fires Fire of hate that nobody admires Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings Fire that is misused Fire that is diffused Countries with more firepower rule A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool As a deadly instrument or tool to bully To murder and to eliminate...

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The wives wail for their fallen husbands' embrace, The children's tears fall on their mothers' lifeless face, Men beg for mercy from soldiers in the fray, I weep, powerless to save them from this dismay. Displaced and far from home, Amidst the rubble, they're forced to roam. Decaying remains of neighbors near, A haunting sight that fills hearts with fear. It's not just...

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Atomic bombs are dropped on babies Humanity is thrown out of the door Humanity is dead. Humanity is no more There are too many aggressive and demoniac atrocities Wars are heartless, bestial, perilous, satanic and deadly The hypocrisy is clearly obvious and real This is the end of the world for many For too many innocent human beings. Yes, this is a...

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Two lured hearts intertwine, dream up life’s tapestry with lattice of desire on cloud nine. Two paths diverge, master courage to defy her spat surge. At night lovers ceasefire fight. Two lured hearts intertwine, master courage to defy her fight. ...

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This is the news, a dream of peace, an echo from the Middle East, where children cannot understand, the broken bones of broken lands, their only hope, for war to cease. Every imam, rabbi and priest, can hear the loss for those deceased, while leaders watch or wash stained hands, this is the news. Hope is a hostage for release, a call for all...

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C Centuries of fighting and vain inglorious trauma A E Enemies for no reason other than blind terror R A Agony fueled by apocalypse in ultimate...

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its my turn, its your turn everyone is on the run "am the don"..... "am next to none" the sun long gone... the fun is hung houses - they burn families - they mourn curfews - dusk till dawn, gloomy on the "morn" less ado 'bout the battles we've won and the war cloths we've worn let bygones be bygones ...

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Hands across a table Ceasefire agreed The dove of peace sings For a day,two maybe. Then a shot A child lay dead. A mother weeps The dove flies away. Hands across a table Ceasefire agreed....

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