Poem: “On Peace”

Date: 08 August 2017

Kamron Palizban
Aug 8, 2017 · 1 min read

On peace,
Is there any?
I sit here, indulging piece by piece,
Sweet aromas and appealing flavors are many.
I sit here, yet my time feels on lease,
There is tension in the air.
I sit here, and my thoughts never cease,
Does no one seem to care?

Life gives an ultimatum,
And we bend to Its demands:
One hundred years,
Or maybe less.
Love, lust, thought,
All momentary;
Then nothingness,
And nothing after that.

Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing? Nothing.
Sweet aromas and appealing flavors,
And then nothing.
The deepest love, the most insatiable lust,
And then nothing.
All, all, all,
To nothing.

But why,
Why do we surrender thus?
Since when was one hundred years enough
To satisfy your romances,
To pursue your lusts,
To provoke your thoughts?
I answer: Never —
The battlefield calls.

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