Poem: What peace is there?

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What peace is there?

When bombs are falling all around

With children buried underground

And women agonised and crowned

By thorns of terror unbound?

What peace is there?

What peace is there?

Where boys in refugee camps grow

And with their slings they learn to throw

Missiles of hate at tanks to show

Repugnance of their common foe?

What peace is there?

What peace is there?

Where men must bend their lives to war

And win their lives by tooth and claw

To force usurpers to withdraw

Then work to build and reach their star?

What peace is there?

What peace is there?

There where the Prince of Peace was crowned

And pulverising shells are found

Where right of might is renowned

Where principles in blood are drowned?

What peace is there?

W Hunt-Vincent