3 Wishes Of Peace Poem by David Hunter

I sometimes wish for the pain
To be cleansed and washed away by rain.
Sometimes I wish for the sorrow
Could be exchanged just for happiness, if only it was meant to borrow.

Why do people's love only feeds your intentions to hate?
Why is it that two skinny, starved wolves fight over one food at the gate?
How could Cupid's arrow strike you,
but still you ask for a feud against who?

My last wish is to make peace
And even so, you're slippery like grease.
A beggar like Odysseus, I beg for mercy,
But you refuse my plead and by the sword, you slay me.

Then into the shadow you go,
Others come and asked you, 'What happened? ' you lied, 'I don't know.'
They believed you anyway and gave you a chance,
But why wasn't it me given a chance?