Peace Poem

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Peace poem
War is a shadow that swallows the light
A roaring tempest that steals the night
It spreads like fire, scorching the land
Leaving only ruins where dreams once stand

Peace is a whisper, soft as the breeze
A balm for the broken, a cure for disease
It blooms in silence, where hearts can rest
A tender promise of all that’s best

Yet war calls out with thunder and flame
Its hunger relentless, its purpose the same
To tear asunder, to break and to burn
While peace waits patiently for our return

But in the dark, where the ashes lie
Can peace be reborn, or will we deny
The chance to heal, to lift and restore
To end the cycle, to settle the score

So let us choose the gentler way
To quiet the battle, to end the fray
For peace is the future, the path we must seek
A world united, both strong and weak

War may come and war may go
But peace is the seed we must help to grow
It begins in each heart, a light we must share
A hope, a dream, a world we can repair