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Eliza's Pen.
Writer. @ University of Ibadan.
In Literature, Writing and Blogging 1 min read
Violence.
<p>The world trembles with echoes of broken glass,</p><p>streets painted red with the silence of the innocent,</p><p>fallen into the hands of the wicked.</p><p><br/></p><p>Walls remember what mouths cannot utter,</p><p>and the earth swallows tears too heavy to endure.</p><p><br/></p><p>Violence is a shadow that spreads like fire,</p><p>devouring innocence,</p><p>leaving behind ashes where laughter once lived.</p><p>It does not choose its victim</p><p>child or elder,</p><p>hope or dream,</p><p>all fall beneath its ruthless, merciless hands.</p><p><br/></p><p>Yet in the disaster, a whisper remains,</p><p>echoing the cry of peace, fragile but unyielding.</p><p>It beckons us to lay down our weapons,</p><p>to mend the wounds we carved into ourselves,</p><p>and embrace peace over chaos.</p><p><br/></p><p>When the guns grow loud,</p><p>the voice of peace is louder still </p><p>a steady flame, refusing to die.</p><p><br/></p><p>Embrace peace,</p><p>and let the world rest,</p><p>a place where happiness may truly live.</p><p><br/></p>

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