Tears Of My Pen Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

TEARS OF MY PEN
Melvin Banggollay


T-ears of my pen flows like river
as it feels the pains and disasters
of wars and fightings everywhere
sacrificing lives in every corner.

E-verytime missiles fly over and over
from waring brothers and sisters
between palestinians and esralites
Innocent children were sacrificed

A war that a hundred years, a thunder
haunting people of great dangers
At the expense of innocent civilians
and children who still need a hand.

R-esult of war is nothing but disaster
Lost of lives not only of our soldiers
but all is not spared of the anger
of weapons to kill anyone out there.

O-n the native land I loved to wander
Tribal wars sprouts from anger
that grows in an epidemic of danger
hampering growth, making life harder.

F-ill this earth with love not of anger
Respect the rights of every brother
Be an instrument to wage war
against poverty, pollution and war.

W-ar make no sense in any corner
Even if you killed many brother
Even you will be crowned a victor
for you'ved stained God's tower.

A-ll are victims of any kind of war
Directly or indirectly it leaves scars;
of lost of lives and shadow of fear
destroying our dreams for a cheer.

R-esolve war with prudent hands,
respect and love for everyone
and be an agent building peace
and caring life as precious gift.