And the children asked, what is peace?
Their eyes dark with things they shouldn't have seen
I say,peace is a dove, a lovely white bird
They reply,we see no birds in the sky there all gone
so has peace flown away with them?
I say,perhaps it is just a mans word
They reply,we hear men speak,words sweet as sugar
but in their hearts they know the blood of doves
I say,maybe bombs will kill your enemy
Thay reply, bombs also slay our brothers and sisters
our families, leave us with the taste of ashes of
burning homes,on our tongues,in our hair, everywhere
I say, there is a time of war, and a time of peace
They reply,for too long we have had time of war,
when is that time of peace? the land is covered with
a shadow of death,we walk in the darkness of fear
I say let the men of war listen to you children
A contest entry
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900 points, ended September 28, 2008, 7 entries
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Sad to think some children grow up and never no serenity....and that some never grow up.
Makes one almost overly anxious for the sun to just expand and extinguish the suffering of all....
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An intriguing and interesting write with profound content embedded within---Very thought provoking!
Well Done!
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A very great way to make your point. Excellent.
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Like this poem very much, and the conversation and style you chose, rather bringing the idea back again. Very effective! Welcome to AP too!
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It's lovely but if you read the rules it says every line has to start with the same word??
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