What is Peace?
What is peace, dear diary?
This is my desire, see,
I wonder just what could have been
Previous to this position we’re in
When men did not lift up swords against nations
When skin was not slashed due to different foundations
When eyes didn’t shriek out to wide, open space
Hating a brother because of his race
Who are we, journal, to fight on this earth?
To assume a religion proves what a man’s worth
A blind man sees nothing, and others see all
Does this mean the others will make this man fall?
Because, in a fight, since the differing views
Taking one’s life is what anger can choose
When put on this planet, when brought to this place
We had the same “nothing” throughout every race
No clothes on our backs, or no hate in our eyes
Innocence dies, watching loathing arise
Only a child who hasn’t seen war
Could show to the world what true life is for
To laugh and to talk, and to learn and to play
To ignore what’s tomorrow and live for today
But, journal, at what point of life’s windy course
Did we all forget we come from the same source?
Each of us dwells under unending skies
And are blessed to see sunsets before our awed eyes
We all must drink water, we all must eat food
No matter what race or religion is viewed
The young who are living in young purity
Know not of the hate coming with maturity
The young will embrace the love in one other
Despite different looks, beliefs, or another
The children would love each from various kin
Blind to the differing colors of skins
Somewhere along the path we call life
Do we learn arts of racism, hatred, and strife
I dreamed of a life, once, where happiness meant
The Jews and the Muslims united, content
Where the meaning of “racist” would be just a fable
And disgust towards a skin color thrown off the table
A world where delight is an equal belief
Hands held between nations would cause me relief
But then I awoke, and I cried and I cursed
It’s a hope at the best and a myth at the worst
And yet then, throughout the heart-breaking tears
The wish for peace I’ve held onto for years
It may have a chance, one day, will revive
The heart of the hope, it will beat now, alive
One day, we’ll all sing, we’ll all rejoice
By one child’s love, by one child’s voice
The fate and the future now lie in their hands
The time for tomorrow is soon when one stands
And thinks a thought from innocent love
That is just out of reach on the back of a dove
That dove of peace, with its holy wings
Holds truth, in peace, it righteously sings
And soon someday, we will all sing too
Then I’ll be holding hands with you
Dear Diary