Why does peace have to be won by wars ?
war that sits loftily , perched on blood strewn bodies mirthless in its ruby red shoes
reddening the laces of peace , amid speeches that trumpet victory over vanquished
scoffing at  peacemakers for being wimps ?
Worlds torn and ravaged by bullets and bombs ride on the back of nuclear proliferation
rolling eyes at besmeared environment littered with human carcass
peace - it sings , only war keys its volume behind, to piercing shrill, altering pitches at will.
bartering every drop , every ounce for acres of control, the triumphant words of agreement a mere disguise
bellowing cries of savage war, the rich cousin slowly denounces poor peace.
Making it impossible to survive, pushing into corners inaccessible
War , submerges peace.