My submission to the Poems for Peace by the Pub Poets. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Where be peace?
The forgetting forgiving type
It lashes and splashes in equal tongues
Left-leaning but right appealing
Powerlessness
Called and championed
No stranger to civilised ambitions
Shape shifting
It is white
And black
As well as grey
An ideal, with sex appeal
And Yet... And yet...
We bite its bosom
We tear at its teats
We rip it raw
We soak in its sorrow
Is this the piece that we can never have?
The one we want so bad it drives us mad?
Life is eventful, traumatic and hard
Constantly battling our own imposed façade
What is our idea of peaceful?
A life uneventful?
Temporary is the price of our peace.
A small piece, yet peace it is.
And out of the shadows will come the shining light
With no shadows, there can be no right.
Peace be upon us?
Upon us be no peace!
A collective scoff into the hand
A joint cough spreads across the land
But we must never give up as that would
Be wrong
And Dull
And the death of all things civil
I puzzle with the pieces of peace
Treasure you,
I will
And forever
Together
We shall do what we must
Even as we bite the nuclear dust
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