The word cracks once,
“Ceasefire!”
A fish bone lodges in a gasping throat
but below, the fuses sputter: more wire, more fire,
the relentless drums of war’s dark choir.
“Ceasefire!”
– a child’s chalk-drawn heart,
fading on a smoke-choked boulevard.
The sniper reloads to the lullaby’s lie,
innocence fades, and children die.
“Ceasefire!”
says the treaty ink,
still wet, and bleeding into the desert sand.
The general’s watch ticks, a relentless drone,
overrun, smashed upon the bloodied stone.
“Ceasefire!”
a mother’s whisper,
stitched into a flak-vest’s hollow glow.
The drone’s low hum, a discordant hymn,
targeted through the night’s darkened brim.
“Ceasefire!”
carves the chaplain’s tongue,
while the armoury turns its key.
Counting shells like rosaries, again,
the earth remembers its red, relentless stain.
On the evening news once more,
“Ceasefire!”
a graphic, three seconds, soon buried in mirth.
The bomb dreams of a birthday’s cheer,
while peace remains distant and fragile here.
But let the untouched voices rise,
through the static and blustering press.
Not for victory,
but the peace we desire,
– “Ceasefire.”
Shared with dVerse Poetics – imperative and GloPoWriMo 2026 Day 8:
use a simple phrase repeatedly, and then make statements that invert or contradict that phrase.
Current events made this too easy!

A powerful plea indeed – expertly crafted too – Jae
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Thanks Jae 🙏
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We all desire ceasefire.
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This brought a lump to my throat, Shaun. You take us there, the battlefield, the smoking ruins, the stark terror, the “mother’s whisper” … in “the drone’s low hum, a discordant hymn,/targeted through the night’s darkened brim.” Each potential tragedy among the tragedies that already exist. The contrast between the “chapain’s tongue” and “the blustering press” for me expresses the brutal frustration I feel with the latter. Each stanza carries its own weight in powerful imagery, details tightly crafted to deliver that heart-cry that every one prays for. A grim, brilliant write.
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Thanks so much Dora 🙏
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You’re welcome, Shaun. 🙂
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How to pick a best line from best lines, wonderful poem.
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Thanks Paul 🙏 Appreciated.
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I think we are all holding our breath right about now.
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Seems like we didn’t need to hold it for long…..again… 😢
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fantastic shaun. peace without cannot be without peace within. this is my favorite part : more wire, more fire,
the relentless drums of war’s dark choir.
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Thanks Erb 🙏
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The disconnect between what is said and what is happening! Well done, Shaun.
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Judge a person by their deeds, not their words.
Thanks Dwight 🙏
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Yes, I agree.
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❤ ❤ ❤
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🙏 🙏 🙏
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“Ceasefire” to Trump & Co. is like saying you’ll call heading out of Dame Liberty’s apartment at dawn.
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Powerful write, Shaun! We are all holding our collective breath.
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Thanks Punam 🙏
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