PEACE

Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is still missing.
Women with children pinned to their backs run here and there looking for shelter; but alas peace is far away!

Our hearts have become a bed of fear, despair and helplessness.
Our women have become drawings displayed in forgotten art show rooms
Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is missing.

Where and when will we find you?
We are tired of singing dirges everyday; we need PEACE!!!

By Portia Dery
Ghana

Category: Poetry for Peace