Peace, is it merely absence of conflict, the
downside of twenty-first century living or
nothingness that awaits to consume us?

I put the city in my rear-view mirror, feel
as hearts of passersby turn to dust, they
say peace comes from within but what if
the mind’s blurred by sorrow and pain?

The lights dimly glow in the distance, a
white owl lone in the belfry sits, is peace
only achieved by violence, and by blood
splattered on streets or is it attained by
disputation?

Who are they as a game of cats and mice,
we cannot name them, nor can we defeat
their lies, teachings say that peace’s a gift
but something inside of me refuses that
saccharine swig.

Peace, is it merely absence of conflict, the
downside of twenty-first century living or
nothingness that awaits to consume us?

 

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β€œThere can be no peace without, but through peace within. Society must be an expression
of the souls of its members.” – W. E. Channing

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