Like a snoring beast
So deep asleep the peace
After the love preacher
Lays on the path foe teacher
The game then set for the wise
Swift to hatred then rise
A song meant for love
Now mime in funeral for love
How our released dove couldn't fly
After struggles of violence set on high
The love calabash has broken
And the still spirit left the heart broken
So tender everyone in garment of turbulence
Walking away the mind of peace in silence
As the love preacher got drunk of ego
Leading the tears on highest tone crescendo
Peace come back to your hut
Your leaving is too hash than hurt
Even though our peace singers lend their tones
Yet, the wafers pleasantly sing in high tones
I hope my letter to you find you in peace
Though here I am broken and piece
Send not your voice in ink
But show forth thy beauty here in response to my ink.
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