the peace
the prolonged peace in the USA and Europe
does not sit well with people
there must be conflicts, the group that fights
in the streets in Portland is a way of letting off
some steam, man is made aggressive
and peace does not behove the young who
never have to take shelter as bombs fall.
The fighting groups give themselves a name
but this not of interest as the weaponry and
the fallacy of a just cause.
It is the thrilling of killing or be killed that
give life a meaning they are obeying the law
built into us all we like war and when it is over
the peace is so much sweeter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I appreciate your poem. It is so true. Armenia and Azherbaijan also doing the same thing now. Peace is what they wait for after losing it.