Pedestrans strolling on the streets daily
Cloud in expensive elegant apparels.
Exchanging greetings with handshake and smiles beaming brightly widening their lips.
Our face lightened each day but our soul in total intranquility.
Our minds at war with each other.
Who is taking us to the peace land?
Many tried but our lives ended in ambush.
The tall man whispered, ' it run down the countryside'?
The other man pointless to the aimless plains. Hmm! Restless souls seeking for peace.
Others pointed to the highway,we saw hope.
But was a mirage that only sucked it's mirror pool dry in our presence.
Hopes shattered and clattered.
Our ideas clashing and bringing unrest. We need peace, who is taking us there. The world can't wait to rest on our peaceful land.
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