True Peace
When will men get peace,
if the urge to please the unknown, never cease?
thinking, there we will rest our oars and stay
under the blue sky of a brighter day,
but we are men,
born into the claws of vanity
to seek pleasure all life long is insanity,
yet we wake everyday
in quest of dreams, fame and wealth
however, what else can i say..
when the horrible name men give true peace is DEATH.
poem by Fame Moore
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