Poem: Peace (translation of Paz)

Selected Verses:

He flung his fist, then his sword;
he fired a rifle, then launched a missile:
Taking precious life,
vile men acquire power…

…At night, a mother drowns in her weeping
and remembers her boy who marched off to war.
She begs God for divine protection,
not knowing her son died with the sun…

…What a beautiful flower the world would be!
If it didn’t hide a voracious thorn…
If it gave life to the moribund
and peace to the human race…

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