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Monday, 18 July 2011

Missiles Of Love

Missiles of Love 

Banksy 


Around the World, missiles and guns.
 Constantly fired 
Death, birth and love though, 
Not yet retired. 
Innocent children brought into this political unrest 
Too young to fight
 Too young to protest 
Innocence and love in childhood
Is their life,
 It is their norm, 
 Yet elders of countries, 
Constantly fighting to reform!

Maybe the saviours from the devastation 
Emanates from their seed
For every fighting nation 
Its from the innocent 
They should take heed 
No prejudices indoctrinated 
Peace, love and tolerance, 
 The only missiles activated. 





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19 comments:

  1. Victoria18 July 2011 at 16:24

    This just makes me take a deep sigh. There is so much discord in our poor world.

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  2. Fountains18 July 2011 at 16:53

    This poem ends so strongly - well written.

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  3. Louise18 July 2011 at 21:35

    A tragedy how some children suffer - well done on this.

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  4. Reflections19 July 2011 at 00:46

    This just makes sense! Now how do we get the leaders to agree? Smiles. Fabulous piece.

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  5. Anonymous19 July 2011 at 02:21

    Powerful.

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  6. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall19 July 2011 at 02:29

    sad, well delivered tragedy.

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  7. the critics19 July 2011 at 16:08

    true..........its hard ........

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  8. Brian Miller20 July 2011 at 12:42

    how is a huge question...it seems the only way we know to et what we want it violence...still hope for peace though...

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  9. Pat Hatt20 July 2011 at 13:29

    So true, yet most never learn and those that do get sucked into the crossfire.

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  10. Unknown20 July 2011 at 17:53

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  11. Unknown20 July 2011 at 17:55

    Sorry about the extra comment. My computer is doing funky things today, lol. That picture is something else. It kind of gives me shivers. It would certainly be nice if the only missiles activated were of peace and love and understanding.

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  12. Anonymous20 July 2011 at 18:18

    Tragic and powerful poem

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  13. Unknown20 July 2011 at 18:29

    Lovely sentiment could not agree more and you composed it wonderfully. ~ Rose

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  14. Beachanny20 July 2011 at 18:44

    And during the wars, it is for the children that we pray, implore and beg for a time of peace to rise from the ash of war and for the children to compassionately find an answer that will change the hate to love, and beat the guns into plowshares.

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  15. Chronicles of Illusions20 July 2011 at 21:31

    Such a strong poem - really well done

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  16. Unknown21 July 2011 at 16:59

    We can always hope and dream, and our collective energy is bound to have an uplifting effect sooner or later.

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  17. K. Shawn Edgar5 March 2012 at 17:34

    Strong beginning and end. A composition with heart.

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  18. Anonymous30 April 2015 at 03:17

    love the title.

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  19. Abbey Michael Boyle Blount Fallin30 April 2015 at 04:13

    amazing imagery.

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