With peace comes ease, or

With ease comes peace?

Are we creating war in peace, or

Creating war and peace?

The street is not smiling on our feet,

Hence, we’re not smiling in the street.

 

Indeed, legs were wax,

No one is here to relax,

But, cutting down joints with knife and axe

To God, this is the greatest tax.

 

Behold a ragged and homeless child,

He had in his eyes a look that is wild,

Healthy and sick with nothing to yield.

 

This may mean his end at worst

The world should be his host

Before the brain lost what it lost,

And the heart plots what it plots