Irony
The battle was over, body parts scattered all around. He picked up a severed finger that wore a ring engraved the words ‘PEACE’
The battle was over, body parts scattered all around. He picked up a severed finger that wore a ring engraved the words ‘PEACE’
Where in the world Should one be searching for peace Which table today Should one play to win the game When can one be Quite and still exist And when will all the dices Fall just right Stronger one should grow Not outside but Inside Compassionate one should be Not just inside but truly outside