Promise

Peace when will you come?

It easily seems far off.

As people don't talk and 

Violence is perpetuated in it.

One against another.

A win and a loss, the strong.

Yet this is not the dream.

We hope for harmony.

We see the ways things will be,

Can be different.

When we can drop our fears.

See might is not right.

Where letting go is what we do.

Because control is the illusion.

Break upon us again in dark,

Where we are most vulnerable

To your promised peace.