There is a name for war and killing. There is a name for giving in. There is another name for war. The name is sin. There is still time to turn things around. Make all hatred cease. Give another name to living. Call it peace. John Denver 1982
Peace
My poor baby. Daddy loved you so. Gun are roaring loud and near.
I have prayed to the Gods for peace. I asked Jesus to protect the child. I pray to the Great spirit of life to bring wisdom to our leaders.
I sat and prayed yesterday with a Muslim man. We cry together for the death of so many. Then we pray together for peace.
I stood in the great valleys and asked for help. I pray to the sea for peace and calm.
Men believe they are safe when war is far away. When war is the purpose of a great land. War is always near.
My baby. War is man's great sin. His hunger to control and show no kindness. It is greed and hate.
Borders may separate countries. But with each death in war. A flame of life is lost.
Could the flame put out by hate and violence. Been the spirit to lead us away from our hatred and greed.
And that is just the thing isn't it love? People at war who actually sit down and talk to the supposed "enemy" often cry about the state of corruption and sadness! This made me tearful...you have an awesome open heart and mind...peace is something that seems farther away each day...but positive thinking can bring it around....non compliance to unjust laws...etc...awesome work love! xx
A moving poem with such power and wisdom filled in every word. The last 2 lines were my favourite. War is one of the worst evils because its victims are more than often the innocent ones who die without a fault of their own.
each day, each Soul that is lost through hate and war is a trajedy that lurks among us...you are right in that we must seek peace and love so as to change this repetition of life...nice work
This is so true and soo seraphic i think everybody shoul read it.
the great message of 'negative points of fighting' is reflected in your poetry, It`s so true that a war never leads to win it just leads to Loss. people think that they won over the other community, human or country but they put an opaque mask on their eyes which dosen`t allow them to think that they never won anything instead they had to sacrifice the life of their own people, their own countrymen.
At times we get so mean that we don`t see the loss but celeberate over the victory of so many souls put to an end. This is so ruthless, worse than anything.
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