Peace?
The bombs will end.
The plains will land.
The world will stand.
Mad won’t command
And dumb won’t listen.
It’s one last piece,
a Peace we’re missing.
I feel fragile, I miss the stickiness.
Though I’m not a victim, I’m a witness.
The Peace was stolen,
Thief ego’s swollen.
It was so fast,
It was a second.
I could just watch,
I had no weapon.
I wish some day we feel the freedom,
Inhale the air in native land.
And we will stand. And we will beat ‘em.
And future years will go as planned…
No man should have so many power
To leave this kind of evil trace.
The face of war doesn’t need a shower,
It needs more blood and human graves.
If only I could borrow, buy,
Rent piece of Peace if there’s a deal
I’d sell myself and all I have
To make a potion for my land,
To make it steel, to make it heal,
To make it firmly stand…
The wounds that turned to scars
Worth each spend cent.
This war is madness no one had intent.
This history we hope will help descent
To understand with time that world will stand.
And plains will land. And bombs will end.
27.04.2022 Marina T.
(via bled)
