Peace

Under a war-torn sky,
Stained crimson from the
Dead blood of civilians
Though the tyrants
the dictators
the rulers
do not realize the futility
of killing and war,
Do not realize what we truly need
in this world of casualties
Do not know the value of peace.

Some say shalom,
For some its Salam
but in the same universal language,
its the two fingers pointing up,
indicating peace.

Today in Lebanon,
It is not the soldiers,
Not the terrorists,
that are dying.
Today in Lebanon,
It is the children,
The women,
The elderly,
That suffer for something,
That they never chose to start,
Something that they never wanted
yet they suffer
because of the harshness
of enmity.

The black flag is raised
the fingers chopped off
by the razor blade scythe,
Of the grim reaper
Sweeping the innocent neighborhoods
of Lebanon and Isreal.

So O God, I pray,
Stop the war,
Stop the killing,
Stop the hate,
Create peace.


I thought I had to write a poem on peace- so here you go! (i dont think its too good...)