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The king sits unhonoured on his throne As his soldiers are running away from the front line The queen lies with honour on her bed As her armies are marching to their own death Fathers of freedom are mourning for their dead sons Mothers of wisdom are crying for their lost daughters Are there any people luckier than us whose parents miss their children? Are there any poets luckier than us whose lovers can hear their lines? What else can our parents miss? What else can our lovers hear? Drum beats are calling, war is answering The prince eats his breakfast lustily in his dining room As his battalions are covering death with victory The princess puts her make-up sensually in her bedroom As her legions are facing death in the battlefield Husbands of widows are fighting for their wives‘life Wives of widowers are waiting for their husbands' victory Are there any places better than ours which soil offers peace? Are there any poems better than ours which lines give peace? What else can our places offer? What else can our poems give? Clocks are ticking, peace is waiting --------------------------- THE END
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
Pax Worldow(er)
The king sits unhonoured on his throne As his soldiers are running away from the front line The queen lies with honour on her bed As her armies are marching to their own death Fathers of freedom are mourning for their dead sons Mothers of wisdom are crying for their lost daughters Are there any people luckier than us whose parents miss their children? Are there any poets luckier than us whose lovers can hear their lines? What else can our parents miss? What else can our lovers hear? Drum beats are calling, war is answering The prince eats his breakfast lustily in his dining room As his battalions are covering death with victory The princess puts her make-up sensually in her bedroom As her legions are facing death in the battlefield Husbands of widows are fighting for their wives‘life Wives of widowers are waiting for their husbands' victory Are there any places better than ours which soil offers peace? Are there any poems better than ours which lines give peace? What else can our places offer? What else can our poems give? Clocks are ticking, peace is waiting --------------------------- THE END
Pax Worldow(er) : Victories can secure peace
adrian-coayadi
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adrian-coayadi
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
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