POEMS ABOUT PEACE

To mortal men Peace giveth these good things:
Wealth, and the flowers of honey-throated song;
The flame that springs
On craven altars from fat sheep and kine,
Slain to the gods in heaven; and, all day long,
Games for gold youths, and flutes, and wreaths, and circling wine.
Then in the steely shield swart spiders weave
Their web and dusky woof:
Rust to the pointed spear and sword doth cleave;
The brazen trump sounds no alarms;
Nor is sleep harried from our eyes aloof,
But with sweet rest my bosom warms:
The streets are thronged with lovely men and young,
And hymns in praise of boys like flames to heaven are flung.

Peace in all her sweetness hail!
No more the clarions ravish sleep;
Red rust-stains o'er the lances creep;
Gray spider-meshes gather on the mail:
Glad youths with girls the Comus-carols share;
In our feastful bowers
Song puts forth her flowers:
Peace with thy children, hail! Hail, Wealth and Order fair!

Be at peace, my little child,
as you slumber through the night,
While the world spins around you
full of war and hate and strife.
May your dreams be full of laughter,
and of beauty, love & hope,
May you share your kindness always
to help all others cope.
Will they learn a lesson from you,
in your innocence so rare?
Can the dictator learn peace,
and our "enemies" to care?
May the world be blessed, my child
with armies just like you
With soldiers who will stand
for what is good & true.
To teach of peace in war-time,
to lend a helping hand,
To practice brotherly love
in this, and every land.
The Golden Rule, my sweet child
is the only law we need.
"Do unto others" in kindness,
the only way we can succeed.
And may you wake, my precious child
to a future bright and new
Where all mankind may live in peace,
My child, it starts with you.

Wonderful poems Banker bro
Keep it up