Peace, peace but no peace is found.
We are living thru the longest peace documented.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
The coalitions are building unbeknownst to most.
All will consolidate for their own survival.
A small reprieve we are granted.
The longest peace is done as the world girds for war.
The mart of nations soon to emerge.
All will soon change, the sea gates are essential who controls them controls all.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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Comments3
A view of the future in this poem. Political, geographical, logistical elements fall into this prophesy.
Pray I’m wrong
We will see
Great write
Hopefully this is not the future, but I am not so sure, enjoyed the read
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