My World (sung). This is my wish for world peace – for my grandchildren.
my world
i want to grow up in a world
where little birds nest in the trees,
i want to feel the breeze
and taste the cool clean air
i want to walk down by the river,
see the moon among the ripples,
count the stars and smell wild flowers
and know i'm free.
all my neighbours would be friendly;
they'd be white and brown and black,
and i'd know each name
and show them that i care,
i want my children to be happy
and my children's children too;
i need to know they'll laugh and sing
and cry like me.
in that world we'd fight all wars
around a table in a hall
with wooden soldiers and lead sailors in a line.
and then the losers and the winners
would invite us all to dinners
where we'd cheer the referee,
a child of nine.
what a world this world would be
where i'd need you and you'd need me
and every one we met would smile
and call us "friend",
if we hurry, we'll just make it,
change the world before they break it
call for love and bring the madness to an end.
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Warm regards, Eva
I think Everyone, deep down inside wants it to be their World also. We just got to bring it to the surface. "Happy Trails" Peace, Al
Regards, love and peace.
Rashad.
Chairman: Hope development organization.
Email: chairman@hopedevvelopment.org
www.hopedevelopment.org
I knew you as a small boy
Playing dreidel in the sand.
Your father was the rabbi,
Your Mama my best friend.
We went to school together,
And both sang khanuka songs.
Our days were warm and happy,
Before a thousand wrongs.
I loved you as a brother
When our homes were heart by heart.
But they built a wall of hatred
To drive us far apart.
One day last week I found you
Lying legless in the sand,
A bullet through your shoulder,
An AK in your hand.
I knew you as a small boy
Playing dreidel in the sand.
Your father was the rabbi,
Your Mama my best friend.
When People sing,
souls leap past race, creed, dress, and tongue,
to grasp brother, sister, and friend,
in the multi-coloured tones
of joy, hope, and love.
In Turkey, there’s a custom
warm and friendly, come what may:
A glass of tea with sugar, offered free,
while browsing in the market place
or waiting in the shade
for a bus or for a boatride on the sea.
It's a brand of hospitality
the world could well adopt.
Wherever there's a stranger at the door,
serve a simple glass of apple tea with sugar on the side
and we'd sit as friends
and never go to war.