War for peace
I am violence
I yearn for peace
I sit on fields for days and days
eager for its arrival
I do see men,
splitting their skin and tearing their flesh
Blood coats me like once water did,
now I see water as tears of their families
Days turn into years
I still wait patiently
I don't see men anymore,
I see lifeless bodies piling up near me
But I don't budge
I still wait aimlessly
I see it finally; somewhere in the clouds
Perhaps it is a star or it just hides among them
I can't reach it
I cry and wail and scream of longing that turned into pain
Yet I find it drift away
I bury myself under the soil with no hope
All I see is grief and vain
Peace doesn't lay here
Peace doesn't lay where I do;
I was a lie, a ghost of nothing
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