1000 Years Of Peace Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

World in turmoil is a world in woe
It crowds the terrain everywhere you go
The crying and fighting against what foe
Box it all up and tie it in a bow

A platform for those silly heads of state
Indecisive asses who aggravate
Floating promises which always deflate
Same old revolution knocks down the gate

More killing and tilling racks up the score
As megapixels flash capture the gore
We are all long due to be in the war
Wondering what really is at the core

No matter how much one's life turns sordid
Somewhere a flower girl sells an orchid.