0 The Peace After War

War is the relentless shadow
Creeping through the night
Consuming men and warriors
War is a shadow always seeking more

Ruin is the shine of dawn
Glowing on the broken world,
The enemy’s great pawn
Everything almost lifeless

Hope is the song of birds
The chattering of the squirrels
The city may still have a chance
After many quarrels

Peace is the love after hate
The end of all debate
The melodies of the birds
The rebuilt city is flawless

--Isaac D., 11