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      my moral fiber

      no better than others,

      yet has faith, reasonance in tune

      with the circadian rythmn

      of the man in the moon

      from armistice to Oslo

      The road map and Geneva

      al all children of what i want

      I am trapped by desires, fantasies

      and dreams that have not come true

       Peace or Poverty

      By Sonali Shah, from England

      Their skin soaks up the heat

      Leaving it as black as the midnight sky,

      Their eyes wide, white, pleading

      Begging to the passersby.

      They litter the street

      Half naked bodies,

      Red and colouring their feet

      Searching for a entrance

      A door out of the circle of poverty.

      Poverty means destruction

      Destruction means fear

      Behind locked doors we sit in early evening

      Too scared to see a black face

      Terrified of black feet crossing the threshold.

      But why be fearful of your slaves,

      Those you whip and beat

      Treating like the dirt from the doormat

      Where you wipe your feet.

      Role diversity causes poverty

      Poverty destroys peace

      But peace minus poverty

      Means Equality should increase.

       Peace left Behind

      By Scott Johnson

      An inspiration for the days, that nothing goes as planned,

      A wave on the beach, as you play in the sand,

      Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be there.

      A star in the sky, when you admire in awe,

      A leaf on a tree, that turns in the Fall,

      Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be th ere.

      And we are left with our past, that we keep in our head,

      The memories we made, the tears that we shed.

      We leave you to rest, to watch us with care,

      Never to be forgotten, a good friend will be there.

       Peace in My Heart

      By Kristopher Scott, from L.A

      You must understand when i say

      beware of humans in search of prey

      of there own kind, must kill to get ahead

      the ones who don't see, end up dead

      on my planet its unfortunate

      plague of poverty, ambitions to make it

      clever plots to better the future

      ignorant ways, life with no structure

      accelerating through the path of destruction

      hate to be led, but we need some instruction

      on how to survive and live with our kind

      selfless acts, no one left behind

      easy to fight, difficult to live in peace

      thoughts of hate need to be deceased

      unfortunate but true, we will never change

      your crazy if you think peace is in range

      peace of mind is what i strive for

      won't quit, i'm sure i can endure

      must stay a step ahead, with a plan 'B'

      they think i'm blind, trust me i see

      don't take me for others you've met in the past

      why do people continue to let the nonsense last

      some think they comprehend, but you really don't

      attempts to play me for a sucker, you truely won't

      will take my steps with much discretion

      if provoked, expect an attack with such aggression

      caged brained, can't excape the thoughts it will create

      america's wars, add them to the crime rate

      wasting my time with thoughts of a better outcome

      keep my thoughts straight, a better man i will become

       Peace in My Eyes

      By Shrija Chavali

      The sound of a distant cannon,

      The incoherent shout of a General,

      The ground oozing out mineral –

      A battlefield in 1982, Lebanon.

      What a war it was, terrible,

      Not like any other seen before.

      And I like my brothers four

      Was forced to go to battle.

      The sights I saw, the smells I smelt,

      Still haunt me in my bed.

      Even now they’re in my head –

      The worst things I’ve ever felt.

      But now, years after the war,

      I see that things aren’t better.

      In fact, the wars are now dirtier

      And more gruesome by far.

      Why, oh why do we fight,

      What do we fight for?

      Money, Love, Power? Or

      A display of our might?

      Money, it is ephemeral,

      Love is the opposite of war;

      A fool is he who fights for power,

      So there’s no good reason at all.

      Peace, Peace, I crave for peace,

      That wonderful beacon of light;

      That glorious ray of hope that might

      Give, to the lock of violence, a key.

      Let us all pray and pray

      For, we are all one.

      What does it matter if it is

      Arabia or Lebanon?

      World peace we can never get,

      For there will always be war.

      But can’t we all pray for

      All the peace we can get?

      What, oh what is this peace,

      What is it all about?

      I’ll feel at peace when we shall

      All live in harmony;

      Without bias on cast or creed

      Or

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