Even In Peace There Is War

Even in peace,

There is war.

There are no tanks

Or guns or bombs,

And knives are used for cooking.

The war is a cold war

Where words are our bullets.

Fame and status are our tanks.

Defaming rumors are the bombs

With shrapnel’s reach farther than believed.


If even in peace

There’s a raging war,

Can there ever,


Be peace?


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