The Child Of Peace (Wintertime) Poem by Zyw Zywa

In the transition time
it is peace for a while
To combat each other
the old powers are too weak

and the new ones still too small -
infants in the nude
who endear and
temporarily disarm everyone

in the pityful awareness
that this nudity will lose
its innocence to the desires

that proliferate in the growth
of body and mind and
that can disrupt lives
as if a war is going on

It will cost a life
of missed opportunities
to become old and wise
and allow peace