Big Guns Speak Loud Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A cannon's mouth, a treaty's pen,
Two powers clash, again, again.
Big guns speak loud, a fearsome sound,
While diplomats try solid ground.

One side says 'Strength! ' with iron hand,
The other, 'Peace! ' across the land.
The threat of war hangs in the air,
While words are weighed with utmost care.

Can words prevail? Can a reason guide?
Or will the cannon be the tide?
A fragile hope, a tension tight,
Between the dark and dawning light.


T.M.Solvang