We all pretend to like peace,
And pretend to love,
And I suppose we do,
Since we love having enemies so much,
But only if they are defeatable,
But I can tell you right now this is the real world,
Things do not work like they do in your contemporary bedtime stories You call literature ,
And anyway what is an enemy if it is no threat?
Certainly not frightening,
So I cannot grant your wish,
Since what you desire can't exist.