Peace
Is it a satisfaction of the heart,
or the loneliness of a city?
Can one feel it from within,
or only by the brutal force of outside?
Can it exist in a bustling city,
or on land pressed into war?
Is obedience the end of it,
or only the beginning?
They claim to establish it
while stealing a ruler from his people.
Is this peace,
or a dictatorship?
A mother locks the doors
while the television speaks—
hoping for well,
while someone announces
that freedom is established.
Is this the peace
we were looking for?
— Ray Moonee