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If peace is real, why does it not present itself? Why does it refuse to manifest in us all? Why does it hide?
Submitted:Mar 7, 2013 Reads: 5 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
Peace is not real
In life that is real
It is an illusion
That pulls on our imagination
It tugs and whispers
Gives false hope
To kill it off
In its mocking absence
From suburban homes
To a global scale
It taunts
It refuses to take hold
From gunfire outdoors
To plain fists in the home
Peace never lasts
Peace is a lie
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