Last Person Standing
Bullets flying above my head,
The atmosphere is filled with hatred and dread.
Hours of toil, pools of blood,
Bomb shells lying scattered in the mud.
Standing in the midst of violence,
Hoping that the killing ends and there’ll be silence.
Thinking of the days when there was no fear,
Wondering when the dove of peace will spread it’s wings here.
I hope this land regains its lost calm,
And the people loiter fearlessly around.
Why don’t they work for peace as they fight in war?
After all, isn’t it peace that we all want?
