Date Published: March 28, 2022
Time Published: 11:48 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Peace
Synopsis: How many more lives are needed to be taken for peace to erupt? How many more lands are needed to be showered in blood for this to stop?
As I walked through the wretched pathway,
Bed of corpses covered the air with stench.
Fallen debris was everywhere,
Bullets and explosives erupted here and there.
A bodiless head stared through my soul,
Its blank stare begged for peace.
Those eyes reminisced about the bloodbath.
I saw agony everywhere.
I had enough.
It was never too late for peace.
We shook our hands once again.
It did put an end to the childish war.
Peace was what people sought.
Lives were taken for a meaningless reason.
Then there was peace over every bit of land,
As new hope began to emerge.
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