My very first poem, written at age 12, right after the 2015 Paris attacks.
Pray for our world
For it is in crisis
Where innocent lives are lost
And evil prevails
Crimes unpunished, and
Murderers aren't put to justice
A world where guns and daggers
Are the much-desired key to power
Pray for our world
For it is in terror
Where religion is twisted
And made into excuses
To bomb public places
And murder people of other races
Pray for our world
For it is stained with blood
Tens of Christian martyrs
And even more civilian lives lost
Glass shattered, and
Bullet shells scattered
But to inhumane murderers
None of this matters
Pray for our world
When peace can only be found
In dreams during our sleep
For even if nations work together
The fight against terrorism will be long
Until they have completely disappeared
The attacks will go on
Come now, all nations of our world!
Every man must fight, every woman must help
We may not fight with firearms and blades
But our world of courage and unity
Can penetrate any barricade!
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