What is peace?
The absence of conflict?
Then peace has eluded us
For conflicts are our daily manna
And the smell of death our perfume
Peace is nothing but an empty promise.
Slippery as a fish in wet hands.
Peace is nothing but a dream to us.
A dream that we must wake up from.
The only peace we know is the pause between
The stuttering of guns
And the pregnant pause before the roar of war.
Peace to us is the blessed silence before the slaughter
The brief interlude where we can smile.
Peace to us is nothing but a myth
A blessed lie we can cling to.
So I ask what is peace?
5 March 2025
A poet's cry is a thought-provoking lamentation of a poet crying for justice concerning our fathers who's wisdom led us to the right paths in time past, but today becomes a disgrace and shame.
