Cry For Peace Poem by Melvina Germain

Cry For Peace

We raise our children, do our best to teach them right from wrong. Instil in their minds that violence is not the answer. We protect them, keeping them safe, doing all we can. Send them to school, teach them education is key, but the time comes where they must face life's darkest reality. Countries could not solve their issues, there's only one thing left to do, the world becomes draped in the darkness of war and hierarchy's eyes are looking at you.
Our sons and daughters gaze at us with faces so proud, I'm fighting for my country, they scream out loud. A mother in silence, holds back her words and weeps quietly as she bows her head in prayer. Father in Heaven, protect our children, bring them back to us O God, we want them here. While a father may stand strict and proud. Mama understands nothing she hears and begins to sob incessantly out loud.
All the great talk against violence and pain, all the right from wrong, don't think about it again. As the brainwashing starts in the training fields and good minds stripped away from a parents teaching. The man at the helm holds his arm up high and his words of war are solely preaching. The reality of war too soon revealed and speaking of peace must verbally cease.
Our children are ripped from the comfort of our homes and placed in fields of disaster, raging fire, cannons blast, mud faces in shallow graves and no more words of inspiration from a schools headmaster. One sleeps, one eye opened in fear as the enemy trudges quietly near. Both sides grow insane with the influx of pain. Those beautiful children with minds so clean, now see the wrath of war. Killing the enemy as compassion leaves their souls and right from wrong lives on no more.
The ruination of young women who fall in the path, leave a bloody trail of innocence lost. Heavy boots run violently past as they lay crushed in mental and bodily pain. O the raging warriors have come to blast, like lunatics and maniacs they rip through homes and city streets and all who fall on the road of doom has become a statistic of which nobody speaks.
We cry out for peace, we call for the ending of war, is anyone listening, do you hear our pleas. I beg you world, it's time to stand your ground and speak bombastically against the violence of war. No more must we smell that putrid air, no more shall half bodies come back home, no more shall sight be lost or voices we'll never hear. Stand together one and all, it's time to hold hands and let the violence end.
Written by: Melvina Germain Over ->




(Note)
Women have been joining men and fighting beside them in the battlefield. Many may not know this and many of our sisters have been injured and several have fallen to their death. We don't seem to hear about them as we do the men but it's time to acknowledge now that parents are losing their sons and daughters. We truly need to see the faces of our sisters as well.