Fashionista Peace Trends Poem by David N. Munene

I fear that this peace we so preach
Most are out of touch and cannot reach
For it now is a fashionistic trend
Of pretense of innocence by fiend and friend
For even greetings have become peace
Yet we only had to wait for war to notice

I fear that the campaigns are after funding
And their initiatives driven by branding
For peace to me is now like a commodity
And love is neglected like nerd in a sorority
Call me now all you want
For prophets of doom you never want

I fear that this peace we so preach
Is yet to with our hearts hitch
For we speak of it from the rooftops
As though we never had these rooftops
The TV and radio force peace prescription
Yet the citizenry thinks we've won

I fear that the campaigns are a misunderstanding
For they are out of fear and trending
It is the fashionista peace trends
Clouding our skies that have definite ends
Whose Armageddon is on fourth
Only to reincarnate as latter-day broth

I know not your position or premise
But I fear yours is not a promise
For you follow the peace crowd
A machete in your bosom wound
Sharpened with anticipation for the worst
You fashionistically trend with unrest

Critics and cynics alike
You row in one boat along one dike
Yet you lie expectantly in wait
Like triggers and coals at night
Aiming already, shooting nay
Hot already, kindled nay