World Peace
There is this thing we crave,
and call it world peace.
We fast and pray, both night and day,
hoping war will simply cease.
The odds I think are not that good
we’ll get it in my life—
too many secretive, conspiring minds
that benefit from strife.
If we had Aladdin’s lamp
the genie might assist.
I’m sure that he could get it done
with simple flick of wrist.
But if he’s asked to take control,
results could be austere;
in order to gain world peace
he’d make us disappear.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013
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