Peace: a Notion.
The end of the world is nigh
A preacher on the street did sigh
Tanks and planes and guns pass by
People poor and desolate cry.
General through his looking glass
Espy the soldiers as they pass
To wars that are not of their making
Women children babies quaking.
” Make the world a better place
All those heathens do erase”
“Who are they to disagree
With people of our pedigree”.
Think, what do we leave behind
Broken nations you will find
A body full of discontent
Frustration anger now to vent.
Nowhere for us to hide
Within our midst they do reside
Await a moment of least resistance
Slaughter harmless, innocence.
Let’s all bring this to an end
Races, creeds do not offend
Teach our children dignity
Let them grow up happy, free.
Jpoet7 ( word verse.me )