Waiting for peace,
something hidden or purposely forgotten,
we all know the feeling.
And what do we hear?
"knowing is half the battle"
picking up swords of courage,
lassoing arrowheads of fear.

The tears you had shed previously,
grew up sunflowers.

Peace, another man made Ponzi scheme.
Where the wind that carries my raging river thoughts away
profits.

Peace, Peace, they say...

Yet I know, that it.
might only come in droplets of victorious memory.



Ae Kent