2015 - Poem by Oskar Hansen
The year of two thousand and fifteen,
has not been a good year for world peace.
and brotherhood of man. I despair of our
lack of empathy with children killed by
well- meaning bombs dropped by nations
who look for peace through violence.
I recall from history books a king named
Croesus everything he touched turned into
gold and he died amidst plenty.
State sponsored violence spawn terror and
and newer versions of ISIS will not go away,
and we cannot understand that there will be
no peace before the whole world is a ruin if
do not come to our senses and stop feeding
terror`s voracious appetite.
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