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
