There is negativity in the air
Hatred is being sown
Caring is now rare
For division has been sown
When we see the fear being spread
We shudder with fear and dread
Because might is seem as right
So the future does not seem bright:
For the lobbies that gain
Want people to fight
And the super powers
Are flaunting their might.
It is hard to stay calm and serene
The chances of peace seem to be quite lean
The sun seems less brighter these days
And a shadow seems cast over its rays
Will peace ever find its way to our lands ?
Seems so doubtful – though it lies in our hands
So the future will tend to be forlorn and bleak
If we continue to be helpless and weak
Let’s raise our voices to clamour for peace
And spread our message over land and seas…
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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A call to arms - the arms of peace. Couldn't be more timely, Safina.
glad we are on the same page -thank you
have a great weekend...
Most certainly will. Take care.
May we come to peace. Couldn't agree with you more.
i sincerely hope it comes before despair and distrust take over -
thanks for stopping by !
A call for peace in a beautifully rhymed and metered poem well done
Thank you so much for your kind comments. 🙏🏼👍
You are most welcome
Don’t forget to rest today
Thanks. Will be following your advice and instructions asap as it’s 11:41 pm here 😊
Safina, there’s a real heaviness running through this…the fear, the division, all of it…yet you still bring it back to a choice, a voice that can be raised. That balance between weight and hope lands strong. Well written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
As usual you go to the core of the matter and reveal beautiful insight - thank you so much for the review and fave. God bless you and yours💐enjoy a relaxing weekend
Clear and earnest—you’re speaking directly into collective anxiety, naming the sense of fracture without softening it.
The grit is in that final turn toward responsibility: not surrendering to the bleakness, but insisting that agency still exists, even when peace feels distant.
Great analysis of my work- thanks for stopping by 🙏🏼
Beautifully written, let's have peace throughout the world. 🕊️
It is within our grasp if we, the public, can have our way but unfortunately we are the tools in the hands of self serving politicians 🤔😔
People need to learn to vote better dear NafisaSB. Have a great day. 🌹
that's true - we have to choose the best from the rest.. unfortunately, votes are purchased here with cash and lots of empty promises, but the gullible public never learns...
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