Desperate Plee

To presidents and leaders

I give this poem life

In hopes that you would read it

And end all of these fights

 

Our continents are fading

as our families fall apart

I ask that you find wisdom 

or a soft spot in your heart

 

A spot that helps you open

Your eyes that once seemed locked

or clears your ears in hopes that

Your mind becomes unblocked

 

I beg you help my brothers

As they flee from distant lands

And that you save my sisters 

From the cruelest of our hands

 

The fields and heavy forests 

Are burning into dust

Your guns and heavy turrets 

Will destroy us as they must

 

But still I hold his hope

That you can end this war

And send the soldiers home

To rejoice what they’ve fought for

 

The battle walls are breaking

There’s a stirring in my bones

my damaged heart is aching 

As the mother softly mourns

 

Come forth and help the nations

Before we fall into the sea

Perhaps with just some patience 

Your heart could still save me.

 

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