War spare thee
Watch thee do I, With tearful I eye;
As thou Oh! child pays war's cry
Thou art not to blame!
For man at times is INSANE
Thy play time disturbed,
With wars burst
Run doth thee to thy mother's arms,
Yet! No mercy hath war's charms
Pity thee do I, oh innocent child,
Thy life hath just begun
Yet! It ends with a gun
Cry not thee thy tears so mild.
Hush! hush! little one
Peace shall dwell!
For man would soon leave,
His revenge's cell
Unity would spread her wings of peace
Across the oceans, Deserts and streets
Man would see that we are but one!
A blessed creation of the Mighty ONE.
Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem