The Little Peace Poem by Ima Ryma

To all the armies you command
You sang of The Great War with me
As though a strategy you planned
To gain a lot of sympathy.
You claimed you fought in name of right,
Accusing me of doing wrong,
To justify why we did fight.
As some martyr you sang your song.
You admitted that I reached out
For hand in hand to love once more,
Sang you surrendered but with doubt
If we would survive The Great War.

Both broke that treaty we did sign.
You went your way and I went mine.