World Peace Day - September 21st.
So many still falling, victims to hate.
Are wars meant to cease before it's too late?
Bodies in bags arrive, heavy with grief.
Boys dressed as men, never find war relief.
Bombs cannot be answers, for hurt or pain.
How much blood needs spilling to make it plain.
Wartime's young poets described scenes of hell.
Their verses remembered only too well.
Brave folk abound, and our heads to them bow.
But what to the young does such trauma endow
Fearful the heritage, costly the price
If love loses out to futile advice.
To wage war still shows no pity at all.
But merely a future heading for fall.
Only peaceful goodwill, if seen to remain,
Will ensure the fallen have not died in vain.
This strong verse reminds me of the poem For The Fallen by Laurence Binyon...A very powerful work Fay..Love the way you conclude it..Excellent.