Peace - (Triple Tanka)
I'd like to believe
Peace is a natural state
That war is foreign
But I see war after war
And brother slaying brother
Old sacrifice young
Our youth gone before their day
Then I want to cry
For thought that they gain nothing
Are lost through their innocence
What a wonder youth
How pliable and pristine
They want but to shine
While all the burnt-out old men
Pull the strings from their armchairs
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2008
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