Peaceful Mountain

At the foot of the mountain, vast and majestic, wolves of history prowl, scouting for human flesh. Lava of history, we took it for granted that history has lessons to teach, not knowing it also has false entries to where truth resides. Where, how? Questions are endless and, as usual, time is of essence. At the foot of mountain, there's no tourist guide, you're on your own, lucky to be alive, when the stakes are so high and the defiant history takes refuge behind the tall sheet of rock that leads to the peak; It is beautiful to hike there, scholars, explorers, prophets, foot soldiers of ideology, heroes, who proudly strike and mutilate in the name of a grand cause. At your peak they will know how to find someone to live for; the grandeur of peace. Who dares to throw you to the valley of lepers. Firm in your intoxicating art of survival, justice and liberty thrive, bloom for life. And when the stars of hope fade indignantly amid so many disasters, there would be lightning and you're able to explode.