A Melody Called Peace. Scott Johnson
and again
my moral fiber
no better than others,
yet has faith, reasonance in tune
with the circadian rythmn
of the man in the moon
from armistice to Oslo
The road map and Geneva
al all children of what i want
I am trapped by desires, fantasies
and dreams that have not come true
Peace or Poverty
By Sonali Shah, from England
Their skin soaks up the heat
Leaving it as black as the midnight sky,
Their eyes wide, white, pleading
Begging to the passersby.
They litter the street
Half naked bodies,
Red and colouring their feet
Searching for a entrance
A door out of the circle of poverty.
Poverty means destruction
Destruction means fear
Behind locked doors we sit in early evening
Too scared to see a black face
Terrified of black feet crossing the threshold.
But why be fearful of your slaves,
Those you whip and beat
Treating like the dirt from the doormat
Where you wipe your feet.
Role diversity causes poverty
Poverty destroys peace
But peace minus poverty
Means Equality should increase.
Peace left Behind
By Scott Johnson
An inspiration for the days, that nothing goes as planned,
A wave on the beach, as you play in the sand,
Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be there.
A star in the sky, when you admire in awe,
A leaf on a tree, that turns in the Fall,
Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be th ere.
And we are left with our past, that we keep in our head,
The memories we made, the tears that we shed.
We leave you to rest, to watch us with care,
Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be there.
Peace in My Heart
By Kristopher Scott, from L.A
You must understand when i say
beware of humans in search of prey
of there own kind, must kill to get ahead
the ones who don't see, end up dead
on my planet its unfortunate
plague of poverty, ambitions to make it
clever plots to better the future
ignorant ways, life with no structure
accelerating through the path of destruction
hate to be led, but we need some instruction
on how to survive and live with our kind
selfless acts, no one left behind
easy to fight, difficult to live in peace
thoughts of hate need to be deceased
unfortunate but true, we will never change
your crazy if you think peace is in range
peace of mind is what i strive for
won't quit, i'm sure i can endure
must stay a step ahead, with a plan 'B'
they think i'm blind, trust me i see
don't take me for others you've met in the past
why do people continue to let the nonsense last
some think they comprehend, but you really don't
attempts to play me for a sucker, you truely won't
will take my steps with much discretion
if provoked, expect an attack with such aggression
caged brained, can't excape the thoughts it will create
america's wars, add them to the crime rate
wasting my time with thoughts of a better outcome
keep my thoughts straight, a better man i will become
Peace in My Eyes
By Shrija Chavali
The sound of a distant cannon,
The incoherent shout of a General,
The ground oozing out mineral –
A battlefield in 1982, Lebanon.
What a war it was, terrible,
Not like any other seen before.
And I like my brothers four
Was forced to go to battle.
The sights I saw, the smells I smelt,
Still haunt me in my bed.
Even now they’re in my head –
The worst things I’ve ever felt.
But now, years after the war,
I see that things aren’t better.
In fact, the wars are now dirtier
And more gruesome by far.
Why, oh why do we fight,
What do we fight for?
Money, Love, Power? Or
A display of our might?
Money, it is ephemeral,
Love is the opposite of war;
A fool is he who fights for power,
So there’s no good reason at all.
Peace, Peace, I crave for peace,
That wonderful beacon of light;
That glorious ray of hope that might
Give, to the lock of violence, a key.
Let us all pray and pray
For, we are all one.
What does it matter if it is
Arabia or Lebanon?
World peace we can never get,
For there will always be war.
But can’t we all pray for
All the peace we can get?
What, oh what is this peace,
What is it all about?
I’ll feel at peace when we shall
All live in harmony;
Without bias on cast or creed
Or