PURSUIT of PEACE
Many abandoned me; yet, I’m their very need.
Those that want me in place; are displaced, killed or imprisoned.
The dead are crying for peace; but not the living.
Though, dead. Yet, pursuing peace for the living humanity
The living humanity, yes, the living never sees my usefulness;
but what they got from denying me in the world, that matters.
Looking into the minds of singers of peace, they made deals, and get cash out.
The living humanities choose other things before me.
Only the dead knows my importance, they refused to smile in their decaying home- “grave”.
You talk about me openly, in your secret, you sponsor an attack on me.
I'm sad with those that my absence has made sad;
Who’s pursuing peace among you that write or speak about me?
As essential as your lives; so do I in your life.
Chase after me; ye that wants me like life, and I will add other things to you.
Ignoring me, there’s will be no humanities, and no life.
I’m feeling unsettled, as if the weight of my fears is creeping in; the thought of fading from everyone’s memory is haunting me.
Everyplace, and everywhere; they discuss me, yet, nothing…;
Chase after me, and reclaim your life and the world you once knew.
I'm that world.
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