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    Defend the Peace of the United States of America!: Poem
    Defend the Peace of the United States of America!: Poem
    Defend the Peace of the United States of America!: Poem
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    Defend the Peace of the United States of America!: Poem

    By Dumitru Hoffman

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    The poem ”Defend the Peace of the United States of America!” is a call for peace and understanding, addressed to America people. May the peace reign over the world!
    There is a little poem dedicated to each state of the USA.
    Dumitru Hoffman, was born in Botosani city, in Northern Romania, May 10, 1942. He studied the Conservatory of Music in Bucharest and was a music teacher for many years. Actually he lives in Bucharest.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDumitru Hoffman
    Release dateOct 22, 2017
    ISBN9781370020829
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      Defend the Peace of the United States of America! - Dumitru Hoffman

      DEFEND THE PEACE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

       POEM

      Dumitru Hoffman

      Published by Dumitru Hoffman

      Copyright 2017 Dumitru Hoffman

      Smashwords Edition

      Ad pacis gloriam

      I

      Observe good faith and

      justice toward all nations.

      Cultivate peace and harmony

      with all. (George Washington)

      I SPEAK TO YOU, LINCOLN’S LAND!

      Peace on the whole expanse of the homeland!

      America, country of the virtue,

      country of the proud and courageous men.

      who don’t know what is thralldom,

      I speak to you in these difficult moments,

      to you hard-tried, unvanquished land!

      Heavy clouds threaten the world’s sky,

      the word war is on the lips of all men

      with hearts of beasts,

      of all the traitors of mankind.

      Peace, peace! –

      this up-lifting word

      may reign over your homes, America,

      over your hearths,

      uttered by the mothers

      whose hearts start with care and love

      for their children – the country’s future.

      Let that the dashing eagle on your arms

      rise on a clear sky,

      let the sky-larks of the Great Prairies

      tune silver anthems

      of glory and victory.

      Yes, this wonderful country,

      garden of the heaven on Earth,

      with clear rivers and lofty mountains,

      country of magic and dream,

       must raise the flag,

      uttering resolutely the words

      We want peace ! 

      Peace on the whole expanse of the homeland,

      peace from the Great Lakes to Rio Grande del Norte,

      peace from sunny California to the harsh shores of New England !

      Peace to those that toil in the cotton plains,

      in the golden wheat fields,

      in the coniferous wood  in the North,

      in the mines of the Rocky Mountains,

      peace to the children that open the serene eyes

      on the letters

      and on the mysteries of life,

      peace for their teachers

      who mount their pupils step by step,

      lighting their way with patience,

      to the peak

      where the Sun’s and Science’s temples are rising,

      peace to the builders who, on the scaffoldings,

      erect in the light new apartment-houses,

      peace to the sailors of New Orleans and Baltimore,

      who face storms,

      holding-up always

      the American colours

      with the 50 bright stars,

      peace to the women who work

      in the offices, in the hospitals, in the shops !

       Don’t kill the world !

      On the fields and in your works, America,

      A new life is throbbing to the full.

      You need peace

      Like bread,

      Like air.

      Bread and peace,

      Peace and bread.

      Who can threaten your peace,

      land of the freedom,

      land of the reason?

      The children want a clear sky.

      They want to play among flowers,

      to be caressed

      by loving motherly hands,

      to feel the homeland’s sun above them,

      lighting them,

      fondling and indulging them.

      And how beautiful dreams

      have they knitted for their children !

      They see them

      As some legendary lads,

      raising up from steel and concrete

      wonderful constructions,

      they see them getting up in spaceships,

      and traversing the interplanetary spaces,

      courageous messengers of the Earth

      (for they, who come,

      the travels in  the Cosmos will be a stroll,

      and the most difficult mathematical calculations

      they’ll solve without batting an eyelid),

      they see them carrying in the hands

      the Olympic Torch,

      to light up the eternal fire on the stadiums,

      to compete in peaceful, friendly contests,

      they see them studying in lecture rooms, in laboratories,

      devoted soldiers to the service of Science,

      of the Truth.

      Don’t kill the World ! –

      resound the winged song

      that goes over the blue planet

      far and wide.

      The first steps

      First steps

      of Armstrong and Aldring on the moon

      were a giant step for humanity 1)

      Those looking above

      To the bright infinity of the stars,

      Never want to look down

      In the unknown gloomy tombs

      of common graves!

      And those that opened the way to the moon,

      modern Icars,

      do not want to block human way

      with wiry fences,

      with concentration camps!

      Do not want to return

      to the times of

      Tiglatpalasar,

                              Assurbanipal,

                                                      Tamerlan!

      Will not return

      to Auschwitz,

                              Treblinka,

                                                      Ravensbruck!

      Honor to them!

      The peace we now have,

      which we feel in our hearts

      as  a gift from God,

      this wonderful peace,

      which makes us trust

      one another,

      makes our strength tenfold,

      it was created gradually

      by thousands and thousands of enthusiastic fighters,

      children of courage and honor,

      century after century,

      year after year,

      day after day,

      through painful defeat,

      lost battles,

      unsure victories,

      mad escape

      in the mountains,

      in caves,

      in deserts,

      in thorny bushes,

      where the snake forgives not,

      where hunger chases you every day,

      and the thirst dries your throat,

      through immense sacrifices,

      rushed retreats into the woods,

      among  wild animals,

      among enemies and traitors,

      slavery, despair,

      when no one tells you any kind word,

      when no one ties a wound of yours,

      hand-to-hand combat,

      for every handful of land,

      for every glade,

      for every tree,

      for every hut!...

      The Goddess Peace delights our sight,

      it gives us self-assurance,

      we must keep her here,

      at any cost,

      for us alone,

      and for our children!

      The sun is up!

      A new day begins,

      of labor,

      of hope.

      The workers are heading towards the factories,

      in elastic footstep, confident,

      They asks themselves what will bring them

      today.

      A new sacrifice is expected from them,

      a silent and disinterested sacrifice,

      Everyone knows his purpose well,

      everyone’s role is well-defined.

      One masters a car or a device,

      Another one just packs up something,

      another one polishes a piece,

      the other one sews,

      or sticks,

      or sharpens…

      And when the job is well done,

      they are all pleased…

      Farmers go to the field,

      they lay to work in silence,

      they do not expect praising,

      nor rewards…

      The sun is up, above them,

      it warms them,

      it caresses them,

      it inspires them,

      it gives them vigor,

      it makes them feel

      like the dragons from the tale…

      The grubbing hoe is handled with skill,

      the scythe moves rhythmically,

      the hatchet tears angrily from the tree’s bark,

      which finally falls helplessly,

      with thunderbolt and stirring up around it

      a gray cloud of dust.

      Children are stepping fearfully towards school,

      they look at everything around them with alive eyes,

      they climb step after step,

      the whole world is theirs,

      they discover it every day.

      They enter the classrooms in loud cohorts,

      they sit quietly at the desks,

      the teachers smile at them,

      they look at them as if demigods of the Future,

      as if mankind owes them everything!

      A letter learned…an arithmetic exercise…a strophe from a poem by Longfellow …a page of history…a new game…a plant studied in the school’s garden…the country’s anthem sung in chorus…gradually, step after step, the world unravels itself before their astonished eyes…

      As they arrive home,

      their mothers come to greet them in the doorframe,

      they ask what they have done at school by looking at them,

      they forgive their moment’s acts of folly

      they lay the table for them.

      In the large cities,

      white collars are heading

      hurriedly to their offices,

      rows of cars

      in the morning’s silver dust

      mulishly find their way,

      the horns honk,

      the car lights light up,

      pedestrians bunch up,

      they almost

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