Blight shadows every cranny
there’s war, there’s pain,
and we continue doing so
calling ourselves humane.
We stain the rivers in perpetual blood
and drink water from the same,
we talk about wilderness beneath
while calling ourselves tame.
We send a group of children to school
and give rifles to other groups,
we sit around and talk ’bout peace
while investing in army troops.
We debate over the olive branch
and the peaceful holy dove,
yet shoot unknown people down
and call it eternal love!
Everybody wants to rule the land
even when they’ll die without a piece,
the world is still succumbing under war
I guess it’s time for peace…
#internationalpeaceday21stseptember

Excellent vocabulary. Keep exploring new words and poems. Wish that in future, you will be one of the greatest poet in the world. Well done. Keep it up
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It’s a great achievement that you wrote a poem. I wish you become the most acclaimed & winsome poet. God bless you.
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Thank you!!
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