The Song Of Truce
The Song Of Truce


For nights have I dreamed
Where banners gleamed
But not to where it took us.
For every day, it lasted and counted back.
Rising silence, broken swords
Shone over the sky at large
Each twilight, bullets trickled
Through interfering air.
Can we make a truce?
A truce that shall last,
A truce for myriad eternity.
Thus, a question arose.
To again start a dirty way
Or make peaceful a day as this.
So sought the uprising of a truce.
For the beaten and perished,
All night and day last eternal.
That arrows blotted the Sun
And prospects tore with strife
The price of our tenacity.
Just to suffer the repentance
Of a long-forsaken
Draft for a truce.