The End

Peace.

People pray for peace.

They live for it.

they die for it

Sacrificing everything they ever were

And would ever be.

Throwing their lives away

In the pursuit of something

so delicate in nature

A hazy concept

unfocused and ephemeral in existence

Taking years to be built

upon a wobbly foundation of war

And so easily broken by a single action

An act of rage, a disagreement, a word

suddenly the balance is tipped

and the world falls

into turmoil once again

So why?

Why do we fight

for that which is almost impossible to reach

Intangible, untouchable

and so easily shattered

And yet.

It signifies so much

Even as a bleary, unfocused thought

it instills such a feeling of bliss

The belief

that all the hopes and dreams

of entire nations would be fulfilled

No more death.

No more sorrow

Or anger or fear

Only the serene happiness

That envelopes the souls of all who live in the rein of peace

As the battles end

And the soldiers lay down their guns

Heading home

To waiting families

When an ever flowing tide of blood

and death and tears

Dwindles dry

And a small glimpse

Of a utopian world

washed clean of hatred and rage and cruelty

Can be seen

just barely over the horizon

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I dream of someday becoming a plump, senile old lady. That way, I'm guaranteed to get a cane.

A poem on peace that we had to do for english. I hope that you enjoyed it.