THE BIRD OF PEACE
Finally
In that deep
Silence after all
the bombing
has ceased …
The stubborn bird
Staggers up onto
The high mountain
Of the heaps of debris
Looking in vain for
Something valuable
From this war
THE IDEALIST
Young and starry eyed
he loved to listen
to the symphony of his country,
speaking of a future paradise,
a haven for every one.
And hurrying home
he dreamed of playing
golden bells in this orchestra,
singing of glory and pride
for its people.
Alas his bells were crystal
and shattered when
he played his first tune.
THE PRICE THEY PAID
Once we skip-hopped and shared a life of simple fun,
and in school we sang most ardently our anthem.
Once we blithely played and exchanged our marbles,
but now we exchange foul and fatal bullets.
Once we cherished our ancient monuments, lauding our past,
today we destroy treasured landmarks with fierce abandon.
Our parents boasted about our mental and physical progress,
today they are silent at our revengeful powerful destruction.
Our fathers were friends, shared seeds, tools, and everything,
now they go alone to identify the remains of their off spring.
Once our mothers were friends, worked and laughed together,
now each mother has to grieve for her dead children, all alone.
They all paid high for their PEACE.
© Lini Richarda Grol, Canada
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