World Peace


The world peace marched into
The halls of men amidst
Degenerative shadows for an
Overnight in a fancy mansion.
Peace is but a window covered
By a crimson curtain to showcase
The ever-so-rare artefacts
In this delusional house.
A shadow appeared among
Many from within a circle of
Familiar men to illustrate
The power of a conqueror.
And as he ruled the infamous
Sovereigns of a scarred earth
With these familiar men
The world peace came to a halt.
And now, as irregularities
Arose in these halls of men,
Shadows devouring many
Allowing us to rot in pieces.
Saturday, 31stof January 2015
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