My grandfathers told me
05 December 2015
An entry in the 2015 Rivers Award
for Writing on Peace & Harmony
I was told
By my grandfathers
Peace is no fighting
Peace is no violence
Peace is no quarrelling
Peace prevails when you are sorry.
I imagined the colour of peace then
There is fighting everywhere
There is violence everywhere
There is quarrelling everywhere
There is no peace when nobody is sorry
I imagine the colour of peace now
I want to see, taste, smell
& hear peace.
I was told
By my grandfathers
Peace starts with you
Then harmony spreads
in your community.
Yes Ursula, our grandfathers sure did. Good one, keep writing.
Posted by: Philip G Kaupa | 08 December 2015 at 12:29 PM
Sula, well done. Noglai has written and taken part here in the Crocodile Prize. It good to see your poem published. Continue to write.
Posted by: Mathias Kin | 07 December 2015 at 11:57 PM