Peace, peas, piece...
We love peace but
live for peas*.
Peace lover's fight for peace
paradox of the world.
Fights for peace and become pieces of flesh...
Blood stains in the quill of Dove! ! !
*peas = food
Longing is overt fir peace, last line is pathetic but true, gud share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fights for peace and become pieces of flesh... very good thought.