Even In Peace There Is War

Even in peace,

There is war.

There are no tanks

Or guns or bombs,

And knives are used for cooking.

The war is a cold war

Where words are our bullets.

Fame and status are our tanks.

Defaming rumors are the bombs

With shrapnel’s reach farther than believed.

If even in peace

There’s a raging war,

Can there ever,

Truly,

Be peace?