all lovers of peace

know no peace

while they are in the earth

they are constantly oppressed

by the tyrants of need

who surround them daily

as strangers on the street

or as family who stick pins

in every desire to be one's own

maybe they all are

the same as the peace lovers

and this appalling facade of nastiness

is put the thick skin of acclimation

against the little murders

we perform on each other daily

because in our earthly suffering

we'd beat the Almighty unrecognizable

and left the rotten evil tyrant

in the ditch of His own hell

oh maybe I'm too bitter

and blasphemy is the only way

to project the self-hatred

my own failings have fostered in me

but to find out the hard way

that Grace does NOT supersede karma

and that all the mercy we learned to beseech

the heavens for is the reason

why men turn from the sky

of their imaginings and are the better for it

without these bogus beliefs they learn

from suffering that we all suffer the same

from which the comfort of our daily living

insulate us

is it any wonder anyone would give

all that one's got

to be at peace

the disallowed prohibited flimsy peace

that is but a taste of the heavens

and just a momentary stasis

that smashes hope even as it

strengthens the will

while these are in the earth

all lovers of peace

know no peace

except for that fleeting instant of realization...

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