Hymn of Peace

A poem of life, cruelty, and more—ripples for interpretation.

A glowing, remnant hue rests Upon the sky, At its late-afternoon dawn And the dormant soul of our night.

We sink in our contended world, Qualm at the aloof, Yet intimate mates. With no regards to the real world.

Puum! Bursts one glaring shock; Broke the deafening silence Letting out warmth searing our souls And what’s left behind, Is the antique yonder Where all thrive In non-existence Just like how it all Began.

Those pair foes Unleash all its blades Piercing through the underlit As the two exchange Swamps of grapple.

We implore to let go Yet that ponder would never Unhook its claws.

Silence is all that’s loose Peace in which we obtained Through bitterness And mayhem.

The hymn of peace— Silence— Is what we have. Everything’s gone, yet that very Vain He obtained.