Peace Be Free Poem by Abdulmueed Balogun

The land is sad
for peace's prints has faded
like spiraling smoke

The trees are staid
and dance no more
to the melody of
winds passing by

Happy souls of yesterday
are swollen with grieve
like a mother bereft of her
only child; her hope.

Who knows how to
eulogize?
come help us belaud peace
come help break the chains
that fettered her feet

come help set peace free
from bondage
come paddle us to the nucleus
of peace.