Peace

• Muhammad Zaeem Dindar, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

From the good old days of having fun,
To the start and end of World War 1.
Blood was red and tears were shed,
All until the Aussies fled.
Time passed, and so did people,
All because of a slaughtering gun.
Wars, fighting is all I see,
Hoping, that one day, it’ll be different for me.
Sudan, Somalia, Syria,
All of this should make us see, that war isn’t meant to be.
We see all this, and just sit back,
Whereas for those people, they can’t even afford to be slack.
Everyone out there, living it tough,
While we just sit there, greedy and chuffed.
All the dirt on the slate though, it will all cease,
If we can just have one thing. And that thing, is peace.