Poems

IF

If peace is,
What we're striving to achieve
Then hand me a helmet
And try to conceive the message
That they're sending us
Which I can't quite believe.

We need to go to WAR
To kill all of the TERRORISTS
So we can spread the blood all, over our bloody fists.

We should DICTATE all the free people
Spreading FAMINE and DISEASE
And killing all of the people as we f-ing please

If peace is,
What we're trying to achieve
Then hand me a pack of fags
And try to conceive the message
That they're sending us
Which I can't quite believe.

That SEX is illegal for people underage
But RAPE is tolerated
So people can't go out at night without
Being VIOLATED

That drugs are BAD
But prescriptions fine
And it's okay to beat
Your family after drinking too much wine

If peace is,
What we're trying to achieve
Then hand me a rifle
And try to conceive the message
That they're sending us
Which I can't quite believe.

That guns are all fine and dandy
When they're used on someone else
But if you're going to kill yourself well
You might as well be dead.

So much suffering
So much pain
So much guilt
And no more gain.

If PEACE is,
What we're STRIVING to achieve
Then hand me a ticket
Cus I can't quite conceive the message
That they're sending us
Which I definitely don't BELIEVE.

If peace is what we're trying to achieve
I'd hate to be around
When the WORLD changes it's mind
And turns it upside down.

By Sophie aged 15 years (Ysgol Gyfun Gymraeg Plasmawr School, Wales, UK)

MY EYES SEE PEACE

My Eyes See Peace,
When I see children of various villages,
Playing games with each other,
And laughing merrily, as the enjoy the games.
My Eyes See Peace,
When I see athletes from warring countries,
Running in a race and embracing each other afterwards,
No matter the winner of the race.
O, My Eyes See Peace,
When I see young children,
Of various countries and various races,
Sit on the same bench to learn more about life and about their world!
My Eyes See Peace,
When I see people from various countries,
Come together to sing and pray and say,
That they are glad to have one father who art in heaven.

20 t h April, 2006. (Cameron)


SING PEACE TO OUR WORLD

Sky lard, skylark!
Sing peace to our world!
Forest wren, forest wren!
Sing peace to our world!
Ma?reereng, Ma?reereng!
Sing peace to our world!
Shwa woo kov, shwa woo kov!
Sing peace to our world!
Titioya, Titioya!
Sing peace to our world!
Titioya, Titioya!
Sing peace to our world!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Sing peace to our world!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Sing peace to our world!

Tanjo Elvis26/08/86 P.C.H.S Mankon 22 nd April, 2006 (Cameron)

PEACE FLOURISHES

The banana bunch matures
Because of the supporting stick.
The cocoyam grows big
Because of the marsh land,
Maize develops cubs
Because of tassels.
Peace flourishes
Because of the green crop in our farms.

TRAIL OF THE REMEMBERED

My back hit the tree truck,
And my eyes closed in despair,
Yet my heart is free,
For what agony can this despair repair
On a field where men lives
Are nothing but chaffs in a blazing fire?

There is gloom like empty hives
And an unquenchable, rusty desire
Along the path of the last trail of the remembered,
But my hear is set on a blissful pace.
I will forget our days are numbered,
These frowns shall be a new face.

I shall find my strength,
In your many smiles,
Knowing I shall be comforted at length,
Though separated by seemingly endless miles.
I shall take this feeling along
As a gift to be remembered.


THE LITTLE FEATHERED MEN

We hear of them,
But they are not us,
The little feathered men.

We dream of them,
Flying freely behind them.
The little feathered men.

We sing of them,
Soaring high in the sky.
O feathered men of wonder
Will you take us yonder?

We dance with them,
We dance to the flapping of their wings
And though we cannot fly
Our voices soar high into their skies.

THE END WITH US

The gayness of this fair shore
Has set a peace upon my heart.
What will the mind wish for more
Than the beauty of your warm hearth?

The breath of your life directs the western wind,
Oh you mighty one, gloriously hung in the air.
I tread across this shattered remains
But I fear not, for you are lair.

By the sight of my eyes,
And the comfort of my heart, it shall be said
That there is a home where none lies,
Home in a place where our hearts laid.


LAND OF HALLOW DREAMS

Come with me, Dream with me.
In this land of hollow dream
Amongst the rosemary buds,
We shall play the song of the flute

Beside the river that never runs dry
And the white sands that stretch many miles,
I shall watch the dancing of your little feet
And tap to the drumming of the sheet.

On a dry celery leaf,
Set sail across the shallow stream,
My conscious flows into your realm,
Faraway from this hollow land of dreams.

There is a song most precious, beloved,
Far beyond the meaning of this mortality.
For when we look beyond this fragility,
There is nothing left but dreams of eternity.


Anne O. Azeez (Tosin) Age: 16 years
Government Secondary School, Chindit Barracks, Depot Nigeria Army, Zaria.
 Zaria,Kaduna State Nigeria