Peace

Poetry for Peace
Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is still missing.
Women with childern pinned to their backs run here and there looking for shelter..but alas peace is faraway!
Our hearts have become a bed for fear,despair and helplessness.
Our women have become drawings displayed in forgotten art show rooms
Thurder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is missing
Where and when will we find you..
We are tired of singing dirges everyday..we need peace
written for YWJ
Ghana
Oct 1

Advertisements