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You can give peace to the world Mr.Bush,
You can share your love with the world, Mr. Bush.
Listen to the world, Listen to the crowd,
Screaming loud, We want peace Mr. Bush.
Listen to the baby crying in the night,
“I want to sleep in peace” Uncle Bush.
Look at the mother crying full of tears,
My baby is Hurt, what to do, Mr Bush?
Why not stop war, My brother, Ey Bush,
Why not make friends with us, Come Mr. Bush.
Listen to my story, Listen to my heart,
What I have inside, is it so hard?
For you Mr. Bush to listen to me?
I don’t want this war,
I don’t want to kill.
I want back my home, my tea and my life,
My family, kids, my garden, My wife.
I missed her smile, I missed her laughter,
What happened I wonder, what is to come after?
My son lost his hope, for me and his life,
He says “I saw him dead, I saw him shot”.
My son never plays, with his friends any more,
He plays with the guns, to be soldier in War.
What should I do, tell me my friend.
How do you get peace through the War?
I am sitting here, no matter what,
I am eating here, not knowing what.
Feel no hunger, no senses at all,
The bullets I hear no fear at all.
Feel no anger, to you any more,
How can I feel, when is lost in the war?
I don’t want this war,
I don’t want to kill.
My friend, Mr bush.
Make peace, Mr Bush.
No struggle you need, noone to kill,
No war will you need, if give up your will.
Listen to your heart, feeling inside,
All hatred and anger just put them aside.
Come out and play with your joyfull smile,
Come and pay a visit for a while.
We are here and now,
With peace and Love we can make with you now.
The joy of breath I learned to take,
For breath is all my life at stake.
It goes through body full,
Of energy and Life I take.
Let's celebrate each moment of the breath,
For it may leave one day and we will face the death.
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Shavkatjon Muhammadjonov
Human Doings and Human Beings; I was so excited to learn this thought and to go profoundly into it. It gave and opened the endless doors to the ocean of values and thoughts.
Sometimes I am a dreamer, I am a naive dreamer to neglect the evil, negative parts of the world, sometimes living is hard struggling with the hurtful truth.
I talk abstract for I think abstract now. I write of a moment. I write about Now....hard to follow the red threat but sometimes going into the mess of thoughts helps me to rest. Strange, ha?
I wonder to share, I am thirsty to learn, I search the meaning and ways to realize that. I believe that way I am in the process and situation that I am now creating.
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Beautiful April | Jun 17th, 2004
I think your poem is beautiful and is a strong way of expressing what a lot of people feel.
Wonderful Arslan | Jun 21st, 2004
Just a great poem!
Ravshan Abdullaev | Jun 27th, 2005
Шавкат ты крут!
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