Guns stop firing, still the hate goes on,
with grievance still burning all along.
Peace talks halted, no hearts in repair,
Just hollow moments, trembling in air.
Need more than stalling, need to claw back trust,
Need to face the truth that inclusion is a must —
Not in the silence, but when hands entwine,
Not to encompass truce, but to redraw the line.
Hear what we're saying.
What we keep telling.
This ceasefire is only pause, not peace.
Guns fall silent; but none are melted down.
Ceasefire? — Just a pause.
Peace? — Takes a cause.
Stop the fight? — That’s nowhere near enough.
Mend the hurt? — We’ve got to do the hard stuff.
No more walls! — No more hate!
Justice now! — We will not wait!
Call it a start, but it’s not the end,
Peace turns a foe a'fighting into a friend.
Don’t pause at stopping, let the healing flow,
Plant seeds to settle; let green shoots grow.
The guns go silent, but the anger stays,
Smoke in riven hearts never just drifts away.
It's called a calm, but it’s just the hour before,
the storm returns, with deadlier power.
All we are saying —
Ceasefire’s not peace.
All we are saying —
Ceasefire’s not peace.
Senryu Trio
Peaceful
More stresses and strains
Next day filled with Peace Talks
Calms down Mind and Heart
God's Loyal Love
Loyal to Trueness
Stickability does count
Tried but True always
Foresight
Lemons grow with thorns
Foresight is lemon meringue
Sour will become Sweet
Aqua Marine: 16 January, 2025
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants,
In each of the souls, peace was much in dearth,
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
That's what wars do, even before my birth.
We humans have brains, yet behave like plants.
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants.
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
In each of the souls, peace was much in dearth,
That's what wars do, even before my birth.
We humans have brains, yet behave like plants,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants.
With all peace talks drowned by hordes of war chants.
Within me a battle wages on
Between true change and pure acceptance
As my flaws scream we want war
My soldiers of truth are dying off
The weapon of choice is blame
Everyone but me
Raids on my self worth ocastraed with in the ranks of reason
I ponder a battle plan a way to win the war on me
I bring the guns
I bring the fear
I rain down the negativity
She was there to raise me up
But the resonbility should have not fell on her
My victory was never meant to be raised with her white flag
The concepts I see now are realities of the past
Manifested by a much stronger enemy my self esteem
The scars of this self inflicted war
Runs free within the hurt of all who try to be close
To make sense of my demise is to search way down deep into my pit of rage
There can be no peace talks not anymore
Because I can no longer convince the otherside of her
That I have changed
When this war rages on within me
How can I create a peace for her
I can't and this is my true weakness
My own fate is in my hands now not hers.
I must now make it my greatest strength
To become the peace we all need
schools encourage students
to grow up have recess-fun
behave and become mature
responsible people who mind
their business and help others
however there be a problem
the ukraine leader was a stage comedian
before being elected head of his party
in the school yard where-in as class-clown
he seeks cheers and applause for unfunny
psychopathic gang fights with those with
whom they've lived for decades so that
peace ends and school yard fighting reigns
reputations of the biggest bullies who clamber
for a piece of the weapons profit all while
people are dying for publicity and bank accounts
of the usa as the biggest weapon-profits sucker
on the planet that threatens those who want
peace talks (china) because the fighters then
might be removed (and put on an island somewhere)
to fight or work and talk out their problems apart from us
immature people must not be put in charge.....period
stan sand
With a lot in life tampered,
With as much in it hampered;
For it there’s a recorder,
For in life, here, there’s order
2023
And it seems folks would be free,
I mean: crazily so free
As to attack a close tree:
More intake of cannabies,
Guys barking you’d think Rabies,
A man seize by the collar,
Because one saw his dollar;
Refusal to release “sorry”,
Yet one heard the pillory,
Open requests for secret fun
And, there, wanting the act done…
Litigants in a hurry
To with judge favour curry,
U.S. still leading peace talks,
On Earth more unsafe night walks:
Not much in my Nigeria:
Some steps away from The Rear,…
Happily in Africa
More released second-hand car:
A new wish to keep my beard
Matching the New Trends stark weird.
If some leaders sit and talk with their palms facing upwards,
others with their palms on the peace table,
Which ones do you think, at the very beginning, are the losers?
Well, I can hear everyone say, “Of course, the leaders with their palms upwards!
NOOOOOOOOO, NEVER! Not any of those leaders;
The real owners, and leaders of either country, FOLKS
In the pre-war period,
MANY of the so-called mighty LEADERS HOLD peace TALKS
But, all around the world, there’s an undeniable fact,
In the post-war period
benefits related to MONEY TALKS
‘Peace talks’ is supposed to be a high-level talk
but, unfortunately, they prepare
the poor country mentioned
in the peace article to go to the block
Peace Talks begin
in the expectation of an agreement
to be signed soon,
But talks usually start at noon,
they never end
as though they are held on the moon
The last war
I saw
Was an eyesore
In a crazy film that further lowered my lower jaw
And had me dazedly regarding the scene from bare floor
Its further showcasing of a monstrous chain saw
With all its quartering powers and awe
That man’s bestiality brought to the fore
Peace talks among factions making something core
And bloodletting, at best, an exciting bore.
The last war
I didn’t know the reasons for
In humanness proved man abjectly poor
And in Holy Spirit, an empty store...
Much was it worse than a shaming whore
One sees advancing and considers an exit door!
The three-letter word
we'd rather not hear
and many a soldier
no longer holds dear
A word that means blood
and guts spilled for what
promising peace talks
once open... now shut
A word that strikes fear
in the hearts of the bravest
plays Taps on trumpets
for Tragedies gravest
The peace talks require
great tact on the part of both
dynamic leaders.
My kingdom
For a few good men to follow
Into peace talks
Not war
For all our children's future sake
The last war
I accidentally saw
Was an eyesore…
In a crazy film that lowered my lower Jaw
And had me dazedly regarding the scenes from bare-floor;
Its further show casing of a hyperactive chainsaw
With all its evilly quartering powers and evil awe
That man’s bestiality once again brought to the fore
Making peace talks a thing to humanity core
And much blood shed at best an exciting bore…
The last wars
I saw in a friend’s store
Was worse than a shaming whore
Towards you advancing and you’re fast to an exit door
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