world peace-a fading dream

it is a poem written from an observatory point of view

World Peace, the fading dream.

 

By the age of 12

I knew the world through a harsh representation

Watching news with my mom

Nothing but devastation

From hunger and disease crisis

To terror attacks by ISIS

I got accustomed to bad news

Though vexed with these vices

I was hopeful towards peace

Had hope for the end of violence

Had hope for the rise of benevolence

But I was as wrong as two left feet

To think the world’s calamities would ever meet defeat

 

If it isn’t tribal war in south Sudan

It is barbaric killings in Iran

That’s not the end of it

Let me take you to Pakistan

A dozen killed in a suicide bombing

In the month of Ramadan

With such atrocious acts

Surely evil has won

 

It is not the end of this saga

Far from it we are

Look at the war in Gaza

Honestly quite bizarre

An endless series of bloodshed

Will it ever end?

My opinion is negative

I mean not to offend

I am simply out of hope

What about you my friend?

 

 

Lumumba Adam.

Author's Note

my first poem,bare with me.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Creative write based on factual events – well penned my friend! Don’t forget; when ‘hope’ seems lost something good happens to restore our faith … :-)

[mae23]

Beautifully written and invokes important thought.