! ! ! ! Dreams For Tomorrow Are Gone Poem by Bob Blackwell

Dreams for tomorrow gone,
only conflict, hate and war,
fill the days, and visions of
the better times to come.

Yesterday’s labour saw
homes destroyed, people killed,
bombs dropped, missiles fired,
and friends before are killed.

For who is friend, who is foe
in this fight, this crazy war,
that has trapped this country?
Is it a cause worth dying for?

For it leaves a sadness,
For a country, a nation,
whose factions differed, but
also once lived in peace.

So what happens now?
What should be done,
to heal the hurt, hide the scars
that spoil the life, the land?

Please give a pause, a lull,
a cease to all hostilities,
a friendly truce, to allow
peace talks to begin.

Make a Hush, a quiet,
So good thoughts, ideas,
materialise, make sense,
show the craziness of war!

Take time to remember
The soft green hills,
the sparkling streams,
the happy family pictures.

Recall only joyful times
of loved ones smiling, your
children playing games.
before the hate, the killings,

Now, negotiate, a resolution,
To find the middle ground,
So peace not hate rules,
over this fair and lovely land.

So forget the clutter,
The sound of guns and
listen for the sounds of
those who seek peace.

Let all hates dissolve, so
thoughts of love are found.
Now hold hands and make,
a truce, a pact of peace.

Please! do it now, let
The dreams of tomorrow
now return, to give hope
for better times to come


Bob Blackwell

3rd September 2013