Peace, Hard To Paint

When I was a kid, I often asked 

The reasons why terrors cast 

Why wars break out, why fights occur 

Doesn’t the brethren like the wholesome peaceful shower? 

Alas, the answer never came

Atleast not the one quenching curiosity 

And the mind searched for worthy answers 

While flames of opinions showered and splattered 

My mother’s words went out and about 

To me, her child, she exclaimed out loud 

What seems on the surface is too superficial 

Those doors enclose unthinkable visuals 

And that made the mind alight 

With an epiphany that changed my life 

The kid in me, was innocent and fragile 

She didn’t know what cruelty lies beneath those hooded eyes 

“War shouldn’t happen”, this thought “humans” have

“We all want peace” is a jarred contrast 

But greed has failed all our ethics 

We are now drifting away like pitiful fragments 

So peace and war, this is a complicated picture to paint 

Wars don’t happen only out of disdain 

For greed is what darkened our minds 

Even though peace truly ignites the hearts inside