G8 Poem by David Wood
G8
The sun rises with the early dawn
As G8 leaders breakfast in the morn
The world looks on with hopes and fears
As the hungry languish in their tears.
The world looks on with bated breath
As hundreds die in Syria a slow death.
With talks of arming the rebels beckons
As both sides kill with chemical weapons.
The only way to stop a war is talking
The refugees seen as dead men walking
Only when men get around the table
Can peace prevail and make Syria stable.
The world looks on and expects a great deal
From world leaders as they eat their meal
So put differences aside and do the right thing
And bring about change that people may sing.
If only but greed and national interest always seem to win. Hope for the best expect the worst. 10/10 BB: O)
This great poem is great has evolved from the great mind of great poet: -) .........this should be read by leaders if they want to be great...well done
I love this great war poem. My hopes are that one day there will be peace when the lion can lie down with the lamb. Freedom comes with a price tag on it. A very thoughtful write.
a very serious poem on war and social and political issue of syria.. love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:18:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Every G8 leader should read these words before they sleep tonight. You touched the spot.