Treasure Island

David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

G8


The sun rises with the early dawn
As G8 leaders breakfast in the morn
The world looks on with hopes and fears
As the hungry languish in their tears.

The world looks on with bated breath
As hundreds die in Syria a slow death.
With talks of arming the rebels beckons
As both sides kill with chemical weapons.

The only way to stop a war is talking
The refugees seen as dead men walking
Only when men get around the table
Can peace prevail and make Syria stable.

The world looks on and expects a great deal
From world leaders as they eat their meal
So put differences aside and do the right thing
And bring about change that people may sing.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 17, 2013

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The world expects every man at the G8 to do his duty to his fellow man.

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  • Patricia Grantham (6/18/2013 8:36:00 PM)

    I love this great war poem. My hopes are that one day
    there will be peace when the lion can lie down with the
    lamb. Freedom comes with a price tag on it. A very
    thoughtful write. (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (6/17/2013 2:10:00 PM)

    This great poem is great has evolved from the great mind of great poet: -) .........this should be read by leaders if they want to be great...well done (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (6/17/2013 10:31:00 AM)

    If only but greed and national interest always seem to win. Hope for the best expect the worst. 10/10 BB: O) (Report) Reply

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