All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
peace keepers
May 8, 2022
They were the masters of this land
young rulers they used to be
an empire built upon the river of gods
On one fine spring morning
Out come a group prayers
speaking the language of the other kind
thirst in their eyes
demanding
with viciousness
whispering this is for others’ lives
and robbed their homeland
They spread their wings
towards the thick atmosphere
vanished where another reign lies
They bit the sky in pieces
and splashed down was joy
blessed the children
rescued the prayers
washed away the history
abandoned their kingdom
they fly over the rivers
to be only guests of this land
Similar Articles
Previous Next
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
This poem is about the pigeons that constantly visit our school. I imagined a story for them one day I was taking a walk on campus.