What price is Peace? <br />I asked a troubled world, <br />Casting a wistful eye. <br />The world, uneasy with <br />pending doom, groans; <br />Making no reply. <br /> <br />There is no Peace, <br />A Soft Voice said; <br />While the clock of time yet runs. <br />The only peace <br />this Earth will know; is the <br />Troubled sound of guns. <br /> <br />Fear; - and death and hate; <br />All earth kens <br />Is the guns of war. <br />All earths inhabitants <br />ever knew, <br />From the years now gone before. <br /> <br />Prize inner Peace, the Soft Voice said; <br />-No need for the <br />Spirits dearth. <br />But Peace, cried I, <br />For a world gone mad; <br />No Peace for the scorching earth? <br /> <br />The sad earth shuddered, <br />It made reply; <br />“I too am mortal, ” it said. <br />“But unlike man, <br />no soul have I; <br />When my green is forever dead.” <br /> <br />“Peace? Though I yearn for peace <br />But as long <br />as my white sand runs; <br />The only peace, <br />Is a tortured peace; <br />In the echo of mankind’s guns.”<br /><br />Wildwood Slim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-price-of-peace-2/
