A Plea for Peace by S. A. Yitta
S. A. Yitta writes a pertinent poem on peace between Ukrainians and Russia.
Of all men can count of bliss, peace is peak without superior.
Of all men could live without, air devoid of peace reeks of terror.
What will remain of the earth if men
were to constantly cut at each other’s throats?
How desolate will the earth be, if all terrains were missile-torn?
I wonder who will live to boast of their turn.
Because missiles rose from Kremlin and lodged in Kyiv,
panic held our hearts like the devil had dived in our own abodes live.
A missile on a soul, is a missile on all who for peace live.
A fire on a city is a fire on all cities that for peace strive.
A blast on a nation is a blast on the world we all brave.
This is the bond of humanity that we all must crave.
Let’s not number wars like we number days; the memories hurt.
Let’s sow peace all over the earth; its fruits pleasant forever taste.
When all else evades our reasons, let humanity remain a recourse so great.
Peace is all we crave, with it the world remains.
Man must repel smokes of war that peace forever reins.
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