domingo, 17 de abril de 2016

WILLIAM SHAKESPERARE 400 th ANNIVERSARY SONNETS WRITTEN BY A 6TH YEAR STUDENT




Dream of Peace

Tell me, love. Can you feel it? It’s breath-taking.
Just ashes are left of something beautiful,
Like your mind, the world is also breaking,
Like a grown-up, this wonderland is sinful.

Tell me, love. How’re you feeling? Peaceful, may be?
In the small home of your childhood you hide,
Because you are escaping from the navy,
Country will make you pay for the genocide.

Tell me, love. Does it often kill you inside?
To know eight billion souls are now restless,
For a little girl’s dream that was put aside,
And now a woman begging forgiveness.

Tell me, love. Was it worth all we’ve been through?
If in the end the war is still inside you




  

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Tell/ me, / love. / Can/ you/ feel/ it? / It’s/ breath/-ta/king.
                          
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Just/ as/hes/ are/ left/ of/ some/thing /beau/ti/ful,

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Like/ your/ mind, / the/ world/ is/ al/so/ brea/king,

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Like/ a/ grown/-up, / this/ won/der/land/ is/ sin/ful.


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Tell/ me, / love. / How’re/ you/ feel/ing? / Peace/ful, / may/ be?

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In/ the/ small/ home/ of/ your/ child/hood/ you/ hide,

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Be/cause/ you/ are/ es/ca/ping/ from/ the/ na/vy,

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Coun/try/ will/ make/ you/ pay/ for/ the/ ge/no/cide.



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Tell/ me, / love. / Does/ it/ make/ you/ crave/ sui/cide?

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To/ know/ eight/ bi/llion/ souls/ are/ now/ rest/less,

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For/ a/ li/ttle/ girl’s/ dream/ that/ was/ put/ a/side,

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And/ now/ is/ wo/man/ beg/ging/ for/give/ness.


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Tell/ me, / love. / Did/ it/ worth/ all/ we’ve/ been/ through?

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If/ in/ the/ end/ the/ war/ is/ still/ in/side/ you.