When Peace is Disturbed

[Jibo]

From a high mountain peak,
The sun rises to reveal this view,

Smoke rising to the skies,
Not from chimneys and from children breakfast make,
But from the smoke of destructions
Caused by rockets and missiles attacks
On innocent children sleeping beds.


The blanketed skies clouded wounded children's view
Stampeding on fresh corpses' floor.
And wailing women voices over flood the skies
With incessant call:
Damn the strikers and damn the kidnappers.

Road Map is torn and the process has failed.
Peace is illusive.


And the world's big lords watch with their sentiments,
The war they created but cannot end.


For the joy of the music of the boomths,
And the kadoom-doomzs and the rakah-rakah
And the kah-kah, kah-kah.
The music that derails the soul of humanity.

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[GoodFella]

I do hope ours won't be distubed. ;D Nice piece, Jibo.

[Jibo]

Well, GoodFella,
Ours shall not be disturbed by Allah's grace. Anyway, as much as we dont want our peace to be disturbed, we must be armed to guard it and try not to create a war we cannot finish or we cannot contain. Peace is very very very expensive. When we have it without a drop of blood, we shall do all we can to keep it. There are very many ways of doing it.