Hopes for Peace

When olive branches disintegrate

And doves no longer sore through the sky,

White poppies are trampled by men in boots,

That is when we know

The safest place is no longer safe.

"We want peace, not war!'

I hear them chant,

But their song can't be heard.

How is it just that elders declare war,

But the youngsters are forced to fight it

And risk their lives like never before.

The most dangerous times awaiting.

Everywhere are dead bodies,

The results of thousands of deadly rifles,

The miseries of millions of families

And the losses of a dreaded country

That may never come back.