September Twenty First, International Peace Day. Randomly placed flyers try to remind us of the peace the world has supposedly achieved. They’re taped on already busy walls, Layered on top of other announcements, They way propaganda usually Layers pride on top of lies. But all these posters, Multitudes of colorful rectangles, Shouting dates and times, About an upcoming bake sale, Or when swing dancing club meets, Lose their voices. They become unheard by the college students That walk by with deaf ears. It is on this day, That I get a call, Form my best friend of seven years, Letting me know of his safe arrival In Afghanistan, For his nine-month stay. A man in the U.S. Army. He forfeited his freedom To the United States government, Sold his soul to Sam, The long lost uncle, Of his new found family. Strangers that have become brothers and sisters. All leaves on the military family tree Carried on patriotic winds To unfamiliar lands of irony Where people are forced to fight for peace. Deaths simply become statistics We hear numbers instead of names Losing the identity of those willing To pay the price for peace. Their bloodshed is our freedom Flags folded for families. Happy International Peace Day.