THE TREE OF LOVE AND PEACE
I dedicate this poem to my Syrian friend-brother Hon Dr Rachid KaraahmedInt. Peace Ambassador and Human Rights Protector
I never bought my son a toy castle, or a pistol.
Castles, pistols mean ancient hostilities, war raids
war attacks, killing children, innocent people.
I believe in peace and love among nations
Instead, I bought my son the tree of love
blue Peace doves flew among its branches
he fed them with selected peace seeds.
All birds and doves grew brotherhood and sisterhood
like sages. Wisdom sat on the tree branches
parenting doves, all sang songs of courage.
The tree of love grew its happiness
rooted deep into the soil, grew its strength
to withstand wild winds of hate, storms, envy.
Hope grew along our long garden footpaths
protecting all trees flowers and shrubs.
The garden looks like the green Peace heart of the world
in its center the tree of Love grows daily new
branches, leaves, friendship, compassion
deep roots of understanding grow
Love and Peace
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