Dream Of Peace

Poem By Kristina Louisa Carr

Soft cotton balls in a room with no doors
Peace for a thriving world without wars
The Benedictine monks offer Gregorian Chants
The absence of fear for tomorrows plans

Promises dismiss the dark night of the soul
Soldiers returning home no longer on patrol
Humanity revisited and races for ever united
Endangered species are commonly sighted

Weapons of destruction no longer needed
Redundant politics forgotten and weeded
Money is no longer in print and out of style
All people are fed and life is worthwhile

Animals treated with respect and love
Abuse is non existent and not heard off
Our planet no longer exploited but free
Clean rivers flow into an abundant sea

Without guns violence no longer exist
Children play happily among our midst
Open borders and a land without police
I hope not to wake from the dream of peace

Comments about Dream Of Peace

Dream of Peace absolutely talk about peace and it's beauty...i vote for your voice..it really important to support this so the dream will not forever dream but to be fulfulled...The poem was complete by your thought and reminder how we supposed to live..interesting mind here_Unwritten Soul


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