A Year of Poems – Day 195

Silent as the final shot
Resounding out across the hill
That was the day the fighting stopped
That was the day peace conquered war.

Peace laid down her weapons then
She lost her fierce brigade.
Now war with battered bruised face
Marched to his final death.

But peace did fight
And war did lose
So is peace now known as war?
If peace is war and war is peace…

So the cycle goes
Silent as it is loud.
The only way it all will end
Is for peace to win a friend.

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