Peace
Peace, a thought with a noble sense
Nowadays, just a tattered fence
Which sought to change the world
Into a livable place
But is now waiting for someone,
To give it, the coup de grace.
Great leaders fought for it for years
And saw a glimmer of hope
Another few, took only minutes
To make it a worldwide joke.
Many people used it,
Like caste and creed
And disposed it off as they pleased.
The real meaning behind it is forgotten
It is just an instrument,
Used for means so rotten
And now I wonder
Whether the time has come
To let peace, rest in peace?
Peace, a thought with a noble sense
Nowadays, just a tattered fence
Which sought to change the world
Into a livable place
But is now waiting for someone,
To give it, the coup de grace.
Great leaders fought for it for years
And saw a glimmer of hope
Another few, took only minutes
To make it a worldwide joke.
Many people used it,
Like caste and creed
And disposed it off as they pleased.
The real meaning behind it is forgotten
It is just an instrument,
Used for means so rotten
And now I wonder
Whether the time has come
To let peace, rest in peace?
-- Me
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