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.