Earning a Perdurable Peace

I.
In Greece the spears were a forest of questions,
olive groves trembling under bronze-throated thunder,
Achilles’ rage like a cracked sun spilling salt into the sea,
wars then were storms with gods as weather,
lightning arguing with lightning,
and men only reeds learning how to bend or break.

II.
Empires rose like cliffs learning the patience of erosion,
Rome paving its veins across continents,
each road a promise and a wound in the same breath.
Legions marched like iron syllables in a sentence history kept revising,
their banners fluttering like trapped birds that remembered a sky

no map could hold.

III.
Centuries turned like grinding millstones,
gunpowder coughing new languages into the air,
cannons blooming like violent flowers in Europe’s fields,
and trenches later, long coffins carved into earth’s memory.

Steel birds crossed oceans, dropping eclipses,
their shadows swallowing cities in a single exhale,
time itself learning to stutter under the weight of fire.

IV.
From deserts where Persia once mirrored the stars
to Iran’s horizons flickering with modern unease,
war has become a quiet fever under the skin of the world,
a pulse that forgets it belongs to a single body.

Peace stands there, fragile as glass taught to breathe,
waiting not for treaties, nor ink, nor signatures,
but for a hand unclosed,

a will unarmored.

Will we forever…

Fail to earn back what quiet and love once was
because we have not yet chosen as ONE wanting it enough?