War On Peace

  War On Peace

Streetart By ICY & SOT (Iran)

I see yet another scene,

War, war the goggle box screams

Wars on streets, kids fighting back,

All for their solution, a joint or some crack,

This is not Utopia,

Responsibility is their myopia !

War, War The government screams,

Send our boys to fight an opposing regime,

To help their brothers whose rights are denied,

Yet there will be casualties affecting both sides,

This is not a bad dream,

Communication should reign supreme!

War, war being fought in my nations name,

The heavy burden which just causes shame,

Kids fighting in and on our streets,

Parents guidance diluted, empty, deplete!

This is not a mummy state,

Nurturing should be innate!

People power can create peace,

Peace in one's mind, 

Is a peace of some kind, 

Peace on this earth,  

Would need a rebirth, 

For all of humanity,

To restore balance,

Hope and a sense of sanity! 

Submitted to JP At The Olive Garden whose theme was Peace

Angels in Training

Angels In Training 

Angels in training, 

Shed dewdrops like its raining. 

Surveying their future job in hand, 

As Guardian angels mentor them through our lands, 

Across expanses of tortuous war zones, 

And dry desert lands scattered with bones 

In city scapes they observe fat cats, 

While hard working souls live like rats, 

War, greed, poverty and starvation, 

Effecting every country, every nation. 

Even angels can reach point break, 

When their heavenly hearts will hurt and ache 

Dewdrops will flow free like its raining 

For all the little angels still in training .

Banksy

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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Poppy Fields Forever

Poppy Fields Forever

Poppies in a field of meadow 

Tall, blood, red, blooms,.

Only seen by a lonesome scarecrow

Devasted as winter looms.

            

Young men battling in fields of sludge 

For peace and freedom of choice

Some joined to escape their drudge 

Allowing us to have our voice. 

Poppies in a field of meadow

Tall ,blood, red, blooms,

Representing those brave fellows 

Their souls here forever entombed.

Painting By Richard Harpum 

Little People,Big World

Little People,Big World

Given to us at birth,
The way we live on Earth,
In our colour, race and faith,
Always some who are born to hate.
Their adversaries are the same!

Bombs against life go flying,
While the young innocent ones lay dying,
Boys who have grown into men,
Tortured by their beliefs and fighting again.
They are all the same!

Both breathe the same air,
Have the same thoughts,
Both want the same,
Peace of some sort!
We are all the same!

Our globe is so big,
Their thoughts so small
They can't or won't see,
Its big enough for all
Are we all the same?