Peace, Its Ginna Cost You An Arm, And A Leg

Peace is not what the UN thinks it is

It is not an uneasy one

Nor is it the silence between reload and fire

It does not care for one's battle attire

And seems to come when things are only so dire

Peace is wonderful:

 If you can afford it

Peace is love:

 Unattainable and unreliable

Peace is free
But oh so rare

It is something to wish for

Something worth killing for

It comes it goes

Nobody really knows.

Every war is the loss of it

Every bullet fought for it is the cost of it

And the many souls the price of it

It's been said to get peace is to make it

But only through deserts and naming them empires 

However, the real question is

Was it worth it?

The lives that will never be

The stories desolate mothers will receive

And the heartbreaking letters that will make sweethearts grieve

The sad answers is yes

As a man once said

We must be firm today to avoid war tomorrow

If we linger between the cusp of peace and war

We only deter the reality of the destruction and what will soon befall

To fight today, could save little ones

But, kill their fathers in it's wake

Yet, only natural for things so rare

To be sold to those only with courage and dare

If there is anything to be learnt or burnt

Teach others that blood is currency to pay for it

Iron the maintenance of it

Cheap glue and comprise the destruction of it