Frihet er sol over den frosne jord, den milde styrke i skapende ord...--- Freedom is the sun over the frozen soil, the gentle strength in creative word's ... --- Freiheit ist die Sonne über den gefrorenen Boden, die sanfte Kraft in kreativen Wort ... --- La libertad es el sol sobre el suelo helado, la fuerza suave en la palabra creadora ...

If Heaven would hear my prayer,
    My dearest wish would be,
Thy sorrows not to share
    But take them all on me;
If Heaven would hear my prayer...

How well my heart remembers
Beside these camp-fire embers
The eyes that smiled so far away, ---
The joy that was October's.

Her voice to laughter moving,
So merrily reproving, ---
We wandered through the autumn woods
And neither through of loving.

The hills with light were glowing,
The waves in joy were flowing, ---
It was not to the clouded sun
the day's delight was owing.

Though through the brown leaves straying,
Our lives seemed gone a-Maying;
We knew not Love was with us there,
No look nor tone betraying...
Only autumn and war in...

 
Picasso's Guernica
Would also fits for the war in the 
Middle East.