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A POEM INSIDE ME The great men fight for the land, When the children cry for help. Bombs fall from the sky When mothers pray for the war’send. When they destroy everything, Why noone sees the kids? They can give them books and love Instead of all these bad things. There is a place in my dreams And this place is the cure of everything Flowers are blooming in there, And children are peacefully singing. There are beautifull echos Instead of ugly house wrecks. And this place is not far away, If the beauty of peace effects. If we care enough for this place, The world will be better for human race. We need each other for growing. Let’s make the world peaceful and charming. Ceyda Nur AHMETBEYOĞLU Saliha ÇİÇEK,TÜRKİYE