Arafat is dead now,
Let’s all make friends,
Surely now he’s gone,
It’s time to make amends?
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Aisha, great ending to a great poem. The enemy within is the most destructive of all. A wonderful poem filled with wisdom and hope... well done! ! Brian
i like this exploration of the issues and the longing behind your words. Tim
A fine message, a lovely write. Alas, alas if one man were solely to blame.. Yeats, in 'Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen' mourned, O what fine thought we had, because we thought That the worst rogues and rascals had died out. .....Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare rides upon sleep..... The poem is one of my favorites, I had it memorized at one time, and still know most of it by heart.
I enjoyed this expression of your feelings on a very important topic. I am sure that all mothers applaud your words. We all, regardless of nationality, just want a world where we can live in peace with our children. Love, Irene