Though I’m Just Thirteen

by Edward Hare aged 13

Amidst the world’s fierce fight and roar,
War marches on, leaving hearts sore.
Soldiers brave, their faces grim,
Fighting battles, hopes growing dim.

Guns and bombs, a dreadful sight,
Tearing apart the peaceful night.
Families shattered, torn apart,
Yearning for a brand new start.

Why can’t peace be our song to sing,
Instead of the havoc that war can bring?
With innocence lost, we long to see
A world where love and kindness roam free.

Though I’m just thirteen, I wish and pray,
For a world where war will fade away.
Let’s join our hands, hearts full of grace,
And strive for peace in every place.

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