by Lizardin Bain

Perception

Peace is not a white dove

With a flimsy olive branch.

Where have you seen the peace

Gained so glaringly easily?

 

Peace is a hard-core old crow,

With a foil decaying stench.

 Ultimately refusing to cease

The fight for harmony’s regency.

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