THIRSTY FOR PEACE
The poet's poem was chosen among other poets, from a challenge we offered on March 02, 2022. We wanted to hear from entrants, their perspectives on war and peace, and asked the poets to write how they felt, in poetic form.
Honey, what is human rights? I cannot appease the bloodthirsty persons of war. The shrapnels, the rockets, the guns are not my relatives, it pierces the heart, the flesh and tear to pieces. Weapons are not just a drop of rain or a breeze. It's a storm of bombs and bullets plowing people Oh, the body is filled with a horrible rotten stench! I wish my weapon was a pot of sour soup with snakehead fish in my homeland All wickedness turns to clay War turns into eternal peace, dancing and singing. Baby's lips are full of mother's milk And the father, to be the person to protect and bear the burden; Mother is the wonderful ocean of peace, a wonderful source for children to grow up. My antagonistic will and our humanity will not slavish the wars. I will forge war to melt and freeze. I will crush the devil's schemes to harm people who proclaim kindness I will love peace like plants and flowers needing water. If there is a prayer for the world
Then God, put an end to all wars.
© Han Quoc Vu