Peace is no longer abstract
Peace is a child covered in dust
Tossed and distressed
By the hands of war.
Peace rebukes in silence
Bleeds in the open
Pleads, begs
But will the world listen?
Peace is no longer abstract
Peace knocks on our door
Gently in chaos, once more
Look what we’ve done to peace.
My contribution to #PoetsforPeace
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