Hostile minds insists to know
Go and ask uncle Google in fact
All the results will come right now.
What is peace then, how can it be?
Just a routine rhetorical question
Coming from the eager mind in me
Listen, One minute partial peace
Bang, another minute total chaos
Nowadays, Instability is common place
As unscripted hate rhetorics echos
From jihadic podiums to confused minds
The birthplace of premeditated evil
The mind, softpots of those he binds
Call it the tabay ground for the devil
I, the sceptic, to say the least,
See this quiet storm as a distorted peace.
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: peace