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Ode to Peace
by Sendoo Hadaa
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  Peace, a good name
It is given by all mankind
It is given by the ones who once suffered from hunger or bled
It is given by the exiles of different nations and countries
It is given by the ones who are homeless
And lead a wretched life in a foreign land

Peace, you have countless suffering brothers and sisters
You have millions upon millions of aged mothers
Who are impatient for their sons' return from the battlefields with tearful eyes

Peace, you are the kiss of the reviving land
The embrace of the ones returning home at night
The laurel wreath woven with olive-branch worn
On the Olympic champion’s head
The old friend of the sun and the moon
You give us peacefulness, harmoniousness, and happiness
You are just the God; you are just the world and all things on earth

Peace, time appears like a devil in the days without you
Living appears like a well of death without you
The moonlight looks like unremitting rain without you
Peace, in the morning when you come back
Migratory birds can be seen flying over the city
Hands can be seen waving and dancing in the sky
November 08 ,2009
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