Tuesday, December 29, 2015

War and peace

Meandering through the corridors of history

Like a sinusoidal wave, there are crests and troughs

In the story so far, all together

An epic, like Tolstoy’s War and Peace

We are all actors playing parts, big or small

A visual spectacle, projected from the mind’s battlefield

We only know one or the other, war or peace

Not the neutral ground in between

Rising towards upheaval, yet another war may be in the works

Peace is left far behind, for some the story’s getting old

Many are tired, longing for respite

Our history needn’t be shaped through undulations of war and peace