When water is over-boiled,
It begins to dry up,
Soon the pot becomes burnt,
All in the name of peace.
When a child is starved,
He begins to cry,
Soon he sleeps off,
All in the name of peace.
I am lured to freedom though in war,
I am bent to take though no one gives,
Then I gulp to fill in my war,
While seeking for peace.
Life is tough,
Mind is rough,
Body commands with lease,
While the world is seeking for peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Seyi. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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