Peace is like whipped cream cake,
almost everyone wants to eat of it, beleive in it
a handful of sand in a fist,
a pocket full of hope
empty slogans and misunderstanding
Yet blows away despair
and awful states of mind,
lets in well being and sublime
personal and custom designed
good for a day and gone tomorrow
vanishing at the slightest breeze
of suspicion and suspense
wrong doing and denial.
peace could be an agreement, defined
agreement monitored and watched
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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