to dream of lasting peace
to an extent of sacrificing our own dreams
giving away a part of us
is another delusion
for peace is just a nap and soon
whether you like it or not
chaos comes as a matter of rain
when we get wet that is normal
the rain stops anyway
to dream that a piece of paper can make
an everlasting peace
is to wade into another quicksand trap
oh, many died on that same spot already
and history has a complete record of this and that
i learn to walk my day just like anyone else
into that daily road of non-expectations
and so i have peace in my heart and an open mind
that accepts whatever comes my way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem