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,
Truly,
Be peace?