A shocking news - no one would believe
As she was talking - begging Wars to leave
Peace was gunned down - seriously at city hall
Why, in Conflict, she's the first to fall?
White dove, with a black band, came down to rest
The bird too, dropped olive branch, tried its best
Love, O as a heart, faded, cracked and crumbled
Humanity, one more time, rose up but tumbled.
Drugs and oil overflow, flooding every street
Wars drive on, blasting anything they meet
Families, children, homeless, flee to the wood
Without Peace, that won't do the world any good.
<p “=””> [A garden in a wood (in progress)]