
In lands where once the laughter freely flowed,
Now echoes only war's relentless drone,
Beneath the skies, where sorrow is bestowed,
The seeds of conflict sadly have been sown,
In every cry, the pain of loss is shown,
Amidst the ruins, humanity's dire moan.
On fields where green and life once proudly stood,
Now lay the scars of battles fiercely fought,
The earth, once rich, now drowns in peaceful blood,
A canvas torn by every shell and shot,
Each crater speaks of futures it has wrought,
In war's game, life is but an afterthought.
The air, once filled with songs of birds in flight,
Now resonates with cries of stark despair,
As day is swallowed by the endless night,
The breath of war, a cold and bitter air,
In every corner, death's unyielding stare,
Under war's shadow, comes only disrepair.
Through history's lens, the same sad tale retold,
Of power's greed, of dominion's thirst,
The young and brave, in war's harsh grip, enfold,
Their dreams and hopes by savage conflict burst,
In every battle, humanity is cursed,
In war's futile dance, our worst is first.
So, in this world where peace should reign supreme,
Why do we choose the path of endless strife?
For every soldier's silenced, broken dream,
A stark reminder of a wasted life,
In war's cold grasp, we wield the deadly knife,
Against our kin, in senseless strife.
May someday wisdom's light guide us to see,
That war's cruel cost is much too much to bear,
In unity and peace, our souls should be,
A world where compassion is our first care,
In hope, not despair, our future we share,
Only under the banner of peace do hearts repair.
In whispers soft, the winds of change do call,
A plea for peace to echo through the land,
Where olive branches rise above the wall,
And hearts and minds together take a stand,
In every gesture of an outstretched hand,
In unity, we break war's bitter band.
Beyond the smoke, the vision of a dawn,
Where children's laughter drowns the drums of war,
The bonds of hatred and fear are withdrawn,
A world where love and empathy restore,
Each act of peace, a step towards the lore,
In harmony, our peaceful spirits soar.
For in each battle, what is truly won?
But graves and tears, and the silent mourn,
The cost of war, a price too steeply spun,
In the wake of strife, humanity is torn,
In the pursuit of peace, our hearts reborn,
Under the sun, a new hope is sworn.
Dream of the day when swords will lie and rust,
A time when trust renews and wars are hushed,
When shields and spears lay idle on the ground,
And weapons of war yield to human trust,
In this dream, our future so robust,
Peace and love, conquer as they must.
Through the ages, let our truth be love,
In every land, in every spoken word,
The call for peace, a universal dove,
Flying high above it undeterred,
In every heart, let this song be stirred,
Under every sky, let peace be heard.
In fields of red where poppies are on display,
A symbol of the lives that war has claimed,
Their crimson, stark, and sad poignant array,
A reminder of the innocence that was maimed,
A reminder of the spirits too untamed,
A reminder that we should be ashamed.
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Through time's long march, may we remember well,
The cost of conflict, the depth of its scar,
Each story that survivors often tell,
A testament to resilience, near and far,
In their voices, a call to raise the bar,
For a world where peace is the guiding star.
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From every corner of this weary blue-green ball,
Let rise a chorus for tranquility,
A collective dream of a lower wall,
Where compassion conquers all hostility,
In each act of kindness, possibility,
Under the heavens, a world of stability.
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In tales of old, the lessons we find clear,
That war leaves a trail of tears behind,
In history's pages, for us to revere,
Where conflict's cost is eternally enshrined,
In every epoch, the same sad storyline,
Under our time's gaze, let peace be our design.
With every dawn, a chance for change anew,
A path to tread, where olive groves may grow,
Where skies return to their fair celestial blue,
And rivers of understanding freely flow,
Each step towards peace, a collective dynamo,
In harmony's light, our futures brightly glow.
For every soldier who in battle did rail,
A promise to seek a more peaceful day,
Their story a somber, cautionary tale,
Of the price of war, ‘tis too grave to pay,
In their memory, we must find the way,
When swords to plowshares transform in the fray.
So, let us gather under peaceful skies,
Where different flags and creeds together blend,
In unity, our common hope does rise,
In shared dreams, our broken pasts we mend,
A world where love and tolerance transcend,
In this vision, our spirits do ascend.
Let future tales not speak of wars and woes,
But of a time when peace did reign supreme,
Where from the ash of conflict, hope arose,
And war became a distant, faded dream,
In that world of love, our highest esteem,
Under stars of peace, forever may we gleam.
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