Peace A Dream?

Can peace and harmony ever exist? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

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…

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