midnight in the garden of peace

midnight in the garden of peace
Grandmother had a long number on her forearm
She often said that it was her name
Given her by the baptism of war
I listen to the dark horror of her story
I close my eyes and see through hers
Through the eyes of a frightened child
A world that has been taken from her
without her consent
A world she received, although she did not want to
At night I pray for peace
I pray that my children never know hunger
That they may enjoy every moment
That they may build a future of their desire
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