Dear friends, I know we are living in uncertain times, which is why I’ve been writing this poem for a couple of weeks now, and I think today is the perfect day to publish it.
I have used iambic pentameter (ten syllables that mimic the beating of the heart: da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM), which gives it a natural, solemn and universal rhythm, with a few variations for greater fluidity; this is the basis of classical English poetry (Shakespeare, Wordsworth), to endow it with a serene authority and a rhythm that invites meditation. I hope you enjoy it!
The earth is scarred by lines we draw in sand,
Where empty bowls reflect a hollow sky.
The bread of peace is withheld by the hand,
While under clouds of steel, the children die.
We watch the flickering screens from distant shores,
And count the cost of gold in lives misspent.
The greed of kings has opened wide the doors
To grief that knows no flag, nor continent.
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The salt of tears is same in every eye,
The crimson blood is one beneath the skin;
Though tongues may differ in their mournful cry,
We share the breath of grief, the dust of kin.
Awake, O world, and break the heavy chain;
Let mercy fall like soft and healing rain.
I would like to invite my poet friend 
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