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I sit upon the splendind white
door of peace now,
with bruises burns and cracked bones,
waiting to be healed,
Waiting to be eased.
Waiting to jump and revel in unison
with fellow countrymen,
myriad displaced and zillion refugees,
like fans often do in a football field,
Just when a goal is scored,
when the peace accord,
is genuninely signed
to break a record
by amending my country's perennial discord
I sit beside the immaculate white door of peace now,
with folded arms but with no arms.
anticipating high hopes that the door of peace will jack open soon...
soon! and soon,
there will be no foes but friends,
for foes will swiftly metamophous into friends,
transforming all our woes,
for it is only ...only that single miraculous touch of peace
that eases and heals the wounds of hate from fellow country men.
No! not the medicine of a doctor,
Nor the herbs of a traditionalist,
or the healing promise of a therapist.
But it is that single miraculous touch of peace
that eases and heals the wounds of hate
from the veins of countrymen.
So, join me now,
as I sit beside the splendid white door of peace now,
with bruises burns and cracked bones,
waiting to be eased,
waiting to be healed.
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Andy
Andrew began his writing at an early age, and grew up during the war years to use his gift of writing as an advocacy tool against violence. His passion for poetry, short stories and the arts helped him to spot-light the dismal years of the war years through the BBC, so that it can be shared with the rest of the world. As a student of Fourah Bay College, his writings appeared frequently on the Buffalo Press Box, and created a lot of insight into the daily predicaments that students endured during the war years. After his graduation, he turned to the internet as a way to reach a wider audience who were unaware of his country's scourges of war. He now has over 45 poems that span a decade, that talks of war and peace. He intends to publish this soon.
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good job John | Mar 29th, 2003
good job
good job John | Mar 29th, 2003
good job
clarita zarate | May 24th, 2005
I am standing with you and others at this door. Through two eyes I have strained to see truth finally arriving here blindly where through many eyes I can clearly see myself in other you. Together in Peace we walk over the misfortunes which held us prisoners to this world. Life in one breath slips through our hearts at the door stands a phoehix who rises out of the ashes of war.
clarita zarate | May 25th, 2005
I wrote the words as they came out without corrections -after reading your poem. I felt the peace you were speaking of in my heart. Thank you for inspiring me with your beautiful writing.
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