war

War detains living life in the blame.

As we grope for hope,we go insane.

We strain and crane to see your name.

Peace is something not so easily framed.

Peace is not what you all ways think.

But a time when war's not on the brink.

Peace is full of sorrow and shame.

A missing link on the endless chain.

The chain is the endless cycle of war.

Ceasing it now just seems like a bore.

For that chain will link and link again.

Till the very end.

Eternal peace has gone deceased, in

This messed up world of ours.

Greed greed its the root, the seed to the endless

Chain of pain.

Pull it out before it sprouts.

For a tree of vain is not so easily slain.