Peace On Earth

Often we are told That Peace is for the cold Not for the warm and vibrant Nor even the tyrants For their crime remains That they still dwell on earth And I sat to ponder Like a helpless wonderer How dry bones Could enjoy so much peace without pains With no shelter but sand Shielding them from the scorching sun And Like a leaking roof Gives way for rain to penetrate And soak them all up. How is lying helplessly Scattered carelessly In the middle of nowhere With no flesh to cover thy shame No garments to hide thy nudity Called finding Peace? There is no peace to equal being alive, No peace to equal the chances of hope life gives No peace like having an alternative A shoulder to cry upon A Friend to turn to And a hand to hold While you walk through life Peace is better in the known Than the unknown For there you’re on your own Walking through thin air alone In total uncertainty of where the road leads And with no one to tell What you’re probably facing that they tag “Peace at last” While wishing that you “Rest in Peace”