THE circle of the world looks in harmony,

Views from space is a picture we all embrace,

Countries drawn lines cannot be seen, Along with all the bits in-between,

As peace is as far as the stars, broken, strained, the ball is behind bars!

The majority of people love the life, the colours, the beauty and hoping for no strife,

Unfortunately the warmongering minority is rife,

Those at war neglect the poor,

Those in power, await the final hour,

Those bombs in their tower, As the people cower,

The minority thinking leader, Don't lift an eyelid for the bleeder,

Web of tangled flies, the good need to rise,

History books are written the weak are smitten,

As the leaders names are spoken,

From the blood of the broken.

Jeffrey Heathfield

Barry