2. The full text is as follows:
The same blood is flowing under the same sky, and the same earth has been riddled with holes.
Picking up fragments of human memory, but full of scars of war.
Under the cloudy sky, the devil smiled proudly.
Pigeons hold high olive branches and fly to the sun, and the same world echoes the same call.
It is also a pair of eyes eager for peace, a sinful war,
Rest in peace forever, we call for peace,
We support peace, and we long for a peaceful and beautiful new world.
When humans and the earth stop moaning,
I am willing to shed all my blood and tears,
Turn into a calm stream, flowing peacefully forever.
Extended data:
Poetry about peace
1, fly safely
Peace, what a kind word!
A word that children, women and the elderly in the world urgently support.
Peace, a word opposite to war!
A word that warms people's hearts when the war is raging.
Peace, an elusive word!
A word that has been flying for decades and hundreds of years can't be honored.
I don't know who let the bird of peace break its wings,
From time to time, the partridge hovered in the air and moaned painfully.
The bird of peace raised its wound,
Fly in the blue sky and sow the seeds of happiness!
2. Peace Garden
The Peace Garden is full of colorful flowers and smells fragrant.
The sky is clear and birds are singing the melody of spring.
People are very happy. Men, women and children enjoy the beauty of the garden.
Every corner echoed with harmonious voices, and suddenly, dark clouds appeared.
Covering the sun's brilliance. The war began,
The garden was full of blood, and the destroyed flowers became a symbol of death.
Buds wither, late autumn comes,
The war destroyed the garden of peace and the soul of all things.
I don't know how many childhood fantasies were shattered by the war.
How many beautiful dreams are shattered, how many pairs of childish eyes,
Watching human beings struggle through the ages, sending out their young requests-people,
Give me back my peace! But countless such pure calls are lost in smoke,
Only their weak figures stand in their confusion every time.
Indeed, I don't understand. We can give the child a doll.
But she wouldn't give her the peace she prayed for.
And peace, how many people can appreciate your weight and value! ! !