What is peace?
Reduced to ashes,
It is now synonymous
With chaos and violence
It is death and destruction
To one and to many

Where is peace??
Does it reside in the
Deserts of Arabia,
Is it in the cafes of Europe
Or the woods of America
Or the seas of Asia?

In this twisted age that
Spawned terror
Peace is an oxymoron
For peace can not exist
With out Love
And to live a life with out love
Is to have no understanding
Of compassion and respect

So now we shall  travel in
This vicious cycle
A merry-go-round to nowhere
And nothing..
Barefoot in mind we walk
Our hearts beating without cause
Without meaning

And if you ask me again
what or where or when
Is peace...
I shall look you in the eye
and tell you i don’t know
for i have never  seen
it in its true form
all i see are compromises,
and false propaganda
i shall cross the yellow line
and smother my mind
with the pillow of comfort
that I know nothing
i can no longer feel anything..
except force myself
to stop talking...
someone is pointing a gun
in my mouth

05 December, 2015

#jeanrojasforterror2015