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For Peace

FOR PEACE



Let there be stillness and serenity
Let there be a fight against affliction,
Let solemnity and thoughtfulness be
Surrounded by a time for reflection.

Where bodies and minds are engulfed in war,
When innocent words remain unspoken,
Faithful servants are afraid of the law,
No! Is this the world we hoped to live in?

Everyday villains are celebrated
As great heroes to flocks of mindless sheep.
Mocking, slandering, furious, livid,
Selling freedom if your pockets run deep.

Guns. Tanks. Bombs. Buildings sundered piece by piece.
Amidst the noise, one voice - Let there be peace.


- Maryam Kaleem
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