Stay at Home, Love ...

A poem by Anna Atsu

This

Cease this now, declare leaders, popes, presidents,

How ironic, when most men grasp the sword, the gun.

While women and children remain at home, in churches

Within the same abode or pulpit, where their words blaze against.

Needs

The battle cries echo, and the call for peace rings hollow,

As the powerful wield arms, leaving domestic spaces fallow.

In homes and churches, sanctuaries for solace and prayer,

Their rhetoric clashes, igniting a discordant flare.

To

The irony deepens as they preach unity and love,

Yet actions speak louder, a dissonance they shove.

Warriors on podiums, champions of the spoken word,

Yet it's the silent strength at home that often goes beyond.

Stop

Let leaders ponder, let popes reflect,

Presidents consider the impact, the disconnect.

For in the echo of their words, the clash of arms,

Lies the disquiet of homes, enduring silent harms.

Right

A plea for harmony, a yearning for peace,

Not just in speeches, but actions to cease.

May the leaders recognise, in their solemn quest,

The true strength lies in homes, where hearts find rest.

Away