Work
      For
      Peace
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Some
      say
      it
      just
      will
      not
      happen,
     
    

    
     
      others
      say
      it
      might,
      but
      what
      then.
     
    

    
     
      We
      have
      lived
      all
      our
      live
      in
      fear
     
    

    
     
      of
      what
      might
      happen,
      and
      we
      shed
      tears.
     
    

    
     
      Mothers
      have
      silently
      watched
      their
     
     
      children
      go
      to
      war,
     
    

    
     
      showing
      no
      emotion
      lest
      their
      courage
     
     
      be
      debarred.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      want
      a
      world
      free
      of
      war
      and
      hatred,
     
    

    
     
      where
      all
      can
      sleep
      peacefully
      when
      they
     
     
      go
      to
      bed.
     
    

    
     
      We
      want
      happiness
      to
      be
      worldwide,
     
    

    
     
      and
      all
      races
      of
      the
      earth
      to
      untie.
     
    

    
     
      We
      have
      been
      at
      war
      for
      quite
      some
      time,
     
    

    
     
      why
      can’t
      we
      be
      at
      peace
      for
      a
      while?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Let
      us
      make
      a
      conscious
      effort
      right
      now.
     
    

    
     
      To
      make
      this
      world
      heavenly,
      you
      ask
      how.
     
    

    
     
      By
      countering
      hatred
      with
      love,
      war
      with
     
     
      peace,
     
    

    
     
      and
      not
      giving
      in
      to
      temptations
      of
      comfort
     
     
      and
      ease.
     
    

    
     
      By
      believing
      that
      mankind
      is
      created
      noble
     
    

    
     
      and
      is
      not
      a
      selfish
      and
      violent
      animal.
     
    

    
     
      By
      forgetting
      prejudices
      of
      all
      kinds,
     
    

    
     
      whether
      colour,
      race,
      sex,
      or
      national
      pride.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      can
      build
      a
      world
      free
      of
      war
      and
      hatred
     
    

    
     
      where
      all
      can
      sleep
      peacefully
      when
      they
      go
     
     
      to
      bed.
     
    

    
     
      We
      can
      make
      happiness
      worldwide
     
    

    
     
      if
      we
      work
      at
      it
      from
      inside.
     
    

    
     
      We
      have
      been
      at
      war
      for
      quite
      some
      time,
     
    

    
     
      now
      let’s
      work
      for
      peace
      for
      a
      while.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -
      Nadim
      Missaghian
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Memories
      Of
      War
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      ‘The
      embracing
      of
      mother
      and
      son;
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Tears
      running
      down
      their
      cheeks.
     
     
      The
      eighteen
      year-old
      son
      says,
      "good-bye,"
     
     
      and
      then
      goes
      out
      the
      door.
     
    

    
     
      The
      son
      leaves
      for
      war.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Many
      soldiers
      fall
      to
      the
      ground.
     
     
      The
      dirt
      beneath
      pounding
      feet,
     
     
      shakes
      from
      powerful
      blasts.
     
     
      The
      teeth
      of
      the
      soldiers
      rattle.
     
     
      The
      brave
      soldier
      is
      at
      battle.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      letter
      that
      has
      arrived
      home
     
    

    
     
      is
      covered
      with
      the
      tears
     
    

    
     
      of
      the
      dead
      warrior’s
      mother.
     
    

    
     
      The
      wind
      gently
      blows
      the
      poppies
     
    

    
     
      as
      the
      soldier
      crosses
      his
      hands
      on
      his
      breast.
     
     
      The
      young
      soldier
      is
      at
      rest.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      We
      stand
      in
      silence,
      ;
     
     
      remembering
      those
      who
      died
      for
      our
      freedom.
     
     
      We
      shed
      tears
     
     
      for
      the
      loss
      of
      our
      heroes
      and
      friends.
     
     
      We
      wear
      poppies
     
     
      and
      think
      of
      the
      poem
      by
      John
      McCrae.
     
     
      It’s
      November
      11th
      -
      Remembrance
      Day.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      REMEMERPNCE
      ORY
      Ke
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      UPEI
      X-Press
     
    
   
   
    
     
      November
      8,
      1990