Peace; colourless and tamed. War-the wild beast- the crimson paint of sacrifice and innocense. Peace is like a white blank sheet and war is an ink that fills it up. A shade that paints the white blank sheet!!!
Peace isn’t a bird that rules the sky. It never did. It has always been war. It’s war that with chaos and havoc owns the sky-fearless and majestic!
We long for peace only because there’s war. Wouldn’t you agree?
What is this peace without war?