"Echoes of Peace"
In lands once torn by hate and fire,
Where echoes of war still climb higher,
The cries of those who fell too soon,
Are whispered soft beneath the moon.
No victor stands on bloodied ground,
For in their hearts no peace is found.
The cost of war, so steep, so deep,
It leaves the world in endless weep.
Yet hope still rises with each dawn,
A plea for peace where war was drawn.
For every hand that lifts a gun,
Another seeks the warmth of sun.
Let not the swords be drawn again,
Let not the children feel the pain.
In unity, we stand, we vow,
To build a future starting now.
For peace is born where love remains,
And kindness soothes the deepest pains.
Let nations learn, let voices sing,
The world needs peace, not war's cruel sting.
Maja Milojković
Serbia
