There is a peace talk held today
The land's future is being decided
Everyone must keep his cool
Or all will end in a disastrous coup.
Why is peace so elusive?
Do we really have to triple our effort
For something that must come naturally?
Everyone, I know, needs it.
Why does peace have its price?
Why do we bargain? Why make deals?
Is it a commodity only simple men can afford?
Or is it non-existent after all?
Strange how things work out
For peace, someone must die
For peace, people have to fight - ironical!
Peace we crave and peace there's none.
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