Peace Poem by Isabella Buttacy

Peace comes again
In the figure of the dead
He sings a song of sorrow
He stares into nothingness
His pale face is deprived
Of laughter he so requires
He tries to stand but can't
He tries to breathe but he
Cannot bring himself to
His life is misery

Peace comes again
In the figure of the sun
His lips create music
Of joy and of life
He sees the world
He loves the world
He has no troubles
His burden is easy
There is naught but a
Smile on his face