Consumed by war,
Entrapped in fear,
Entangled by the strangulating grip
of one's own blindness.
The barren wastelands
That stretch for hundreds of miles
Reminds us of the price we pay
When we send our people to battle.
If there is war, forevermore,
The world will never know peace.
But isn't despair also the other side
Of the same, tainted coin?
Without war, there is no peace.
Without peace, there is no war.
It is an endless cycle that, unfortunately,
We will never be able to break free from.
Conflicts will always rise,
And there will always be peaceful times,
But time and time again, throughout history,
The events of the past repeat themselves.
So how, may I ask you,
Can we truly live in peace?
War may bring peace for a short while,
But that peace will spark another war.
How can we continue to live,
Knowing that we could be next?
You may read the books on war,
But the answer is never written in text.
Peace, serenity, joy and hope.
Conflict, death, war and fear.
No two things can coexist in such a manner
As these concepts live in all of us.
The only true reprieve from chaos
Is a path we do not wish to walk down on.
After all, no one wants death in their lives...
Unless they're the ones causing their own.
Let this be a message to you,
To the politicians and the world.
War will never end, not ever,
So long as there is peace.
We live in a world consumed by war,
Trapped in the flames of hatred.
We can never escape from the strongest grips
Of the peacefulness desecrated.
· Thu Jan 27, 2011 @ 04:47am · 0 Comments