A Song of Poppies (in hope of more peace)

Bend swords into ploughshares, flutes, trumpets, drums and violins
As one exhales their last, still another greatest symphony begins,
And this is our triumph; when words fail us, the sound of horn
Quavers upon wind, words of peace as seeds of poppies spawn;
I will wear both red and white in remembrance and anticipation
Of when we dance to tunes of concordance, unity and celebration;
There must be song for all who die in wars they had no part in starting
And I will raise my voice to sing for less wars and less loved ones parting,
Less arms trading, more diplomacy, conflict prevention and resolution,
Less invading, more memory, humanitarian intervention and less pollution,
And more the timeless chorus of seeds on wind and music of the spheres,
Then may bugles herald days of joy so we number less the days of tears.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

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  1. clericue says:


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