What if Peace disappears, she will appear Iin a poem…

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(MOTHER) Switch on the idiot box so we listen to today’s news. Turn the volume up, turn it up.

(PRESENTER) Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is the nightly central newscast of ” Exaggeration TV ”, and today’s breaking news include:
This morning a woman was beaten to death by her companion, the culprit is on the run.
Thousands of children from the war stricken country will spend Christmas in the darkness of the bomb shelter, meager donations have been received in their support.
We have been following the investigations, with bated breath, regarding the unexpected disappearance of the child who, as it was announced, has been raised in an abusive environment. Our warmest wishes for the speedy return of Peace to humanity as THEIR lives are in danger.

(DAUGHTER) Mum I didn’t understand what that lady was saying. Why did she seem so sad?

(SON) And who is that Peace, do I know her?

(MOTHER) Peace is…I’m not quite sure what it is, that’s why I am going to borrow a poet’s words: peace, my young ones, is a glass of warm milk and a book in front of a child who wakes up. When in the pits, which were dug by the shells we plant trees and in the hearts the fire burns, hope ties its first buds, it is peace. The clasped hands of people, the warm bread on the table of the world, the mother’s smile, a child’s dream, words of love under the trees are peace..

Mokykla: ΓΕΝΙΚΟ ΛΥΚΕΙΟ ΤΡΑΓΑΙΑΣ ΝΑΞΟΥ