Peace

Normal, nonwarring

A state so profound

The nations

The creations

They utter not a sound.

Abstain and remain

The cease fire called

The antagonist

The protagonist

Cease their rounds.

Mutual harmony

Unaltered melody

The relations

The nations

They’ve all come ’round.

Freed freedom

Violated violence

Communities quaver

Public order wavers

It all falls to the ground.

And we whisper

Our hands held tight

We whimper

Asking the moon’s light

Bless us with not another round.

Peace passes

We try to catch it

It’s serenity’s sound

Stillness glistens

But it won’t stay around.