On caffeine,
‘PMS’ing,
I almost cry,
at the thought of war;
as a girl I try,
for a change I deplore.

Without sleep,
In thought knee-deep,
I shiver and shake,
In fear of life.
As a girl I take
the path with no strife.

My daydreams
strange they may seem,
allow me to love and revere
a world of peace.
As a girl filled with fervor,
to have all violence to cease.

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