Peace?


What is Peace?
Will it ever be seen?
the opposite of anything mean.
 
War torn streets,
down the wind blows,
not somewhere peace can echo.
 
Bombs go off,
the skies just cough,
peace is near?
is that what you here?
 
No more tears,
death is not around,
peace is here,
that’s the sound.

by Ava
Year 7

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