Exceptional First and Last Potlatch Club post Gift of Peace by dragonpoet

This could be the gift of world peace. From one form of death we're released And from grief we would find surcease No nations lose lives of their youth Maybe we find in life a new truth That can accept all as they are And freely travel near and far Without fear of death or new scars That each country could be a booth Where no one is rude or uncouth And there would be no real borders No need for spies or recorders Or meetings to be brought to order So weapon making can now cease This could be the gift of world peace Recognized Author Notes Rules 3 stanza, 8 syllables per line, First and last lines of the poem the same. Rhyme scheme Aaabb cccbb dddaA

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