Peace

Peace

Nic Horgan

Peace

What does it mean to me

No violence, No wars

None of those metal rod like killing machines

Those ticking people either

Peace

We are all together like a band of brothers

Calm like the guy up top who made us

We can be together

These bonds we can tether

We can unite

We can no longer fight

This is what peace means to me

What does it mean to you

Raindrops

Each one falling to their fate

Raindrops drop rising with a glisten

Holding the the shine of

The eyes of innocent children

Bombs drop

People go

With every raindrop comes a cry or blow

The shine of them against the window

Speak to me as wise men would

They tell me to make peace

If I could

Sunny days is the goal

Some fall to nourish new life

Some fall to hit pavement

Joining the puddle of sorrow

More rain drops to come not go

As they fall so slowly

I hear the cries from all there homes

Each one screaming out one word

Peace peace

To come not to go

Shout It Out

Shout it Out

Its booming sound waves like a tsunami through the smoggy air

The bright yellow fire lighting up the sweltering night air.

The yells are heard

The lives are lost

People morn over the loss

They want their voices to be heard

Shout it out

The trucks pulling up

Doors slam

Doors are broken open

Guns are shoved to innocent heads

Give me all your money

The push is stressful, and disappointing

Pockets are emptied

Wealth is strewn down the drain with all the bodies

Shout it out

I am sitting at my house

Playing on my nice new computer

I’m thinking about what new celebrity is dating who

Silence is outside in the crisp air

I stumble upon a site that is titles peace

Underneath it says where is it

My heart sinks

Shout it out

Where is the love

Where is the Peace

Where is the freedom of speech

Where is the ability to leave

SHOUT IT OUT!

A Bird

A Bird

It swoops,

through the trees.

Its feathers,

dancing in the wind.

So graceful,

the elegant pirouettes.

At peace,

or so it seems.

The never ending battle,

for food and survival.

How the peace of the external,

clashes with the truth of the internal.

When will our greed disappear,

so we can hear the song?

The Blanket

Peace is like the blanket covering the world

What protects us and gives us hope

Floating over children’s heads

Invisible as air, but calming

Peace could be anything

A friendship that’s so strong

it will never be torn

or just a simple smile 

that makes the blanket grow

Sometimes the blanket rips

And a feeling of hate surrounds us

We lose our calmness and become selfish

We fight only for what we believe in

The time we need our blanket most

It is gone from above

Nothing familiar to keep us alive

This is the time when you can cry

Like a two year old child

This blanket takes a long time to sew

But it wears easily

So be careful with this blanket

It is what keeps us safe

Peace isn’t always there

But is always being repaired

The invisible blanket

In the clear night sky

Everyone Else

The ants saunter by

In a uniformed line

Working in unison to feed their colony

There is no prejudice

There is no hatred

They all work in peace

An arrow of geese slices the air

They stay close for protection

They are on the same mission

They fly in formation as one

A pack of wolves scamper through the woods

On their way to a lone deer

They move as one unit

One brain shared among them

There are no questions

And no complaints

Bullets splinter the air

Bodies are strewn across the barren ground

The peace is gone

War has settled among us

We don’t agree

They don’t want help

Nobody listens

Nobody survives

It does not have to be like this

We can all read the same book,

Sing the same song,

And the share the same dream

Arguments can be resolved without war

But getting to that place takes work

That place has a name

The place where all become one,

And one become all.

It is called the future.

Reach Out

In a world where death isn't caused by another mans hand.

Where guns are words.

Fighters fighting kill people everyday

War starts in one place, and jumps to the next.

Peace isn't only no war.

Its place where you can relax and think about happy things.

When you lie in bed after work everyday,

You can think about the past, future, or present.

When the everything is over,

wether its a war or a fight,

you can reach out again.

brushing what is the peace that is there.

The silence and the stillness of the air around you.

Because all fights and wars are over you can reach out

and embrace the new, toss the old, and create the future.