Peace A Dream?

Peace this is a distant dream

for children caught in wars

hearing a child’s petrified scream

they hide behind damaged doors.

Children don’t really know

why grown ups want to kill

some with little chance to grow

but have an iron will.

It can take only split seconds

for any life to end

As terror around beckons

they must learn to defend.

A child stared so intently

into his parents eyes

holding both their hands tightly

as mum quietly cries.

Outside in rubble filled streets

endless shooting goes on

infinite blood stained white sheets

how all this is  so wrong.

Car bombs explode buildings fall

the children grow up fast

or may die beneath a wall

more victims of the blast.

Too many families still mourn

and fear the coming light

when will families not be torn

thus peace be in their sight.

But always in the darkness

hope keeps up their reserve

that conflicts will become less

with young lives to preserve.

Peace is more than just a word

often it is their own dream

so let the voices be heard

listen to them laugh not scream!

So the horrors go on unabated

never ending death and despair

passed on that perpetual hatred

never to end until we all share!

Will we see that day or is peace a dream?

The Foureyed Poet.

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