No Peace

No peace ! These are the words I hear whispering in my ears. I knew what I wanted to write because I had the first line on my mind. I knew what I wanted to write because my memory is cursing online. I glide over words with blizzards floating under the earth and a pile of garbage floating on top of the dirt and you sit there watching with a cold broken conscience and bitterness pouring over your soul, and from start to finish you whipped some cream and serve it on a platter to absorb my dreams. You want to talk peace when you have gotten your pie and all of my men are fighting in the bushes without a bullet proof vest sitting in dug out trenches waiting to die. You want to talk peace when you have plundered and smashed the core of my soul living grave yard fasten on top of grave yard and dead sitting on top of the dead with a sign that says unknown and the wannabe staring at me uttering words of treachery! You want to talk peace when my housing complex and apartment buildings are laced with bullets and debris piled up in front of doors and the nuclear power plants are draining toxic substance deep inside the ground and my electric grids are dancing between day and night all year around and the voice of children laughter is absent from the town and all my villages are burnt down. You wanna talk peace when millions of my citizens are refugees in another land some of which have no foundation on which to stand when charity diminish and the cloud steps in my people don’t know which way to go, they die like dogs in the street from thirst hunger and starvation while crossing into another man’s land. You want to talk peace when my brooks are dry, and my fields are filled with spoils wheat;my waterways have fallen into the hands of the enemy and you have the gall to be smiling with me? You want to talk peace when your missiles come charging at me every night and I don’t have a strong defense on which to relay, sometimes I think of how it used to be before you disrupt me and I have to purge my soul from this hypocrisy I am on a worldwide tour because I feel that destiny is knocking at my door and here, I am at the round table asking for world leaders to support me. They have been kind to me and I am very grateful for that, America is my best friend and Britain makes good company, Germany knows how to entertain and Italy and France know the name of the game. All the world’s leaders are very good to me. You want to talk peace in the midst of war? It is time for you to take responsibility because you started this atrocity. If you surrender the war will end and if you don’t, I will fight to the very end .I will take my men and trained them and I will beat you in every corner, every street, every lane city and town until the sky shouts glory all around. Thank you, guys, for the fighter jets the war has just begun.