Poetry / The Peacekeeper

In the places you call home
stress is evil, stress is wrong
so you do what you have honed
keeping peace as you go on

Now they’re fighting, gauntlet thrown
soon to reap what they have sown
he said, she said; you don’t know
this fight wasn’t in your zone

Jack be nimble, jack be quick
jack knocked down the candle stick
now the fire’s spreading fast
built to linger, built to last

In the places you call home
keeping peace is all you’ve known
now they ask your thoughts be loaned
so you give from what you know

Anger given, anger honed
anger traded o’er the phone
he said, she said; you don’t know
what is right and what is wrong

Should you help him, should you her
this fight wasn’t in your zone
shouting from the dark alone
you will give of what you know

Now they cry and now they moan
now they know that all along
peace was little, peace was none
will they see what’s done is done

Some do see and some atone
some can not leave well alone
in the places you call home
keeping peace is all you’ve known

He said, she said; you don’t know
this fight wasn’t in your zone
of so few is this fight owned
of so many is it known

Anger given, anger known
anger traded o’er the phone
hatred built and left to roam
seen in those who shout alone

He said, she said; you don’t know
this fight wasn’t in your zone
in the places you call home
keeping peace is all you’ve known

Can you when your soul is gone

Reviews

There are no reviews of this item.