I wrote this first poem when I was a teenager.
We want peace…??
This is the poem dedicated to the innocent victims of war. What might they think about the world? Read and know.
We want in this world only peace,
For our lives we want ease,
In this world of arms, guns and weapons,
Within it, the injury that deepen,
In this world of troops of ranger,
Making our world of rising danger,
Weeping, wailing, whimpering and groaning,
People suffering, crying and moaning,
Sadness, sorrow, pain or grief,
None to give us aid or relief,
Cruel world have left us homeless,
Why have they become so merciless?
Shortage of water,
Shortage of food,
Beg them for all these, brings no good.
What we drink and what we eat,
They only strike, attack and beat,
For how many days, are we left like this,
Forcing us more how we could all live,
Why the world have been cruel to us,
Why are we left being suffering,
Don’t they dare caring us?
Why have they kept us ignored ,
Can’t we live only just like brothers?
Only to make us working together,
Rather going against one another,
Making us sadder and sadder?
We have nothing,
Now can’t do anything; except
Staring at the world, can we only sigh?
Thinking ever giving peace a try
Wondering how our love could be mistaken,
Feeling how our faith have to be shaken,
Hoping still for the good to awake,
Learning to give, rather than take,
Wishing for freedom like it was before,
Praying for our lives to be no more,
If in this world we aren’t be cared,
Lives of our loved ones can’t be spared,
Longing ever for war to cease,
We had to be starved and never feel secure,
Let death come and give us ease
Then we shall have cure
Then we shall have peace.