I guess this is my first poem I made. Was sitting around, decided to make a poem regarding the world's conflicts. A bit short, but I tried my best and here are the results:
The world desires a tommorow,
Yet people still die each day,
Fighting against their prey,
And they, then drown in their own sorrow.
People search for peace,
The thing that can only be gained,
When we can remain sustained,
But that would still take time to cease.
When the world's wounds will be mended,
People will start to celebrate,
With their friends they will commemorate,
That would be great if it never ended.