Without Peace

I cannot waste time playing peacemaker,
Forging good words, characters you adore.
Dismantling hate, facades by the acre.
A chess game that stirs within me a war.
After a battle of loud discontent,
Black stoned hearts are nothing like fertile grounds.
Coexistence in our brief time ne’er meant.
The silence that follows instead resounds.
King of the hill? Queen for a day? Jester
Instead, making mockery of truth, life.
Not on beliefs, rights your struggles fester,
No Solomon am I between your strife.
Two warring egos, I won’t find your peace
When your courtesies towards others cease.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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6 Responses to Without Peace

  1. Jeff Nguyen says:

    I like the juxtaposition between war and peace your words evoke. If we spent as much time and money on peace as we do on war in the U.S., we might be surprised at what we could accomplish. But I guess the profit margins are higher in war time than peace time. Great poetry, thank you for sharing your voice.

  2. Shainbird says:

    Jeff, thank you for your audience. Your words ring true. So many justifications but no justice.

  3. a chess game that stirs within me a war… fantastic line, i’ve loved what i’ve read of your poetry so far, kind regards, baldy 🙂

  4. War & peace ring true, but does government understand the two? Government is going the popular route with other countries to not make them think we are something we are not. This also rings for the popular president that we voted on a while back who needs to have others found in giving them a seat there where he is at. Popular lies if they can get away with it. I think that is how the master of this country loves to be connected to along with his fear of no tomorrow & would rather knock his own people down like Iran & Iraq’s leaders have done to their followers or countrymen & women. Living on the edge for this one is almost an insane thought of redirecting him to a new parallel of nothingness. I love your poems & finding a lot to reply about. Hope to see you very soon at my blog & have a great day!

    • Shainbird says:

      If war is brought about by governments, how then does peace come? From the exhaustion of its people? What then are the boundaries when there is a government ‘of the people’ like ours? Thank you Rodney for your support. I loved visiting your blog!

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