PEACE

 

Life is like a butterfly

In John Keats's eye, blue

But very beautiful flitting 

to death.

 

I’m looking out to season

And it is looking back at me.

The leaves are golden brown

And the sky is summer blue.

I wish that we could be united

Tender and true?

 

I can see the butterfly within

The layers of tears, I can feel

your magic hand of chance

getting to give humanity

Boldly saying though art free.

RAW WAR

 

Raw war

Is over.

 

Let

Humanity

Begin.

DE-MILI-TEAR-EYES