I usually don't read poetry but I thought this is a perfect time to read words of hope and peace, words about the future. I'm actually surprised of myself for looking for poetry. Here it is:
I got it from here. There are many more poems here. Feel free to wander for we are all Bedouins going forward with evolving direction and vision hoping for a better future.Peace Is a Woman and a Mother
How do you know
peace is a woman?
I know, for
I met her yesterday
on my winding way
to the world's fare.
She had such a sorrowful face
just like a golden flower faded
before her prime.I asked her why
she was so sad?
She told me her baby
was killed in Auschwitz,
her daughter in Hiroshima
and her sons in Vietnam,
Ireland, Israel, Lebanon,
Bosnia, Rwanda and Chechnya.All the rest of her children, she said,
are on the nuclear
black-list of the dead,
all the rest, unless
the whole world understands -
that peace is a woman. A thousand candles then lit
in her starry eyes, and I saw -
Peace is indeed a pregnant woman,
Peace is a mother.
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