Little Peace

Little Peace

A gown of white

Swept the grass

As she ran through the meadows

Skipping rocks in the brooke

Dancing in the sunshine

As little people often do


And then one day

The grass rotted away

The brook dried up

And clouds covered the sky


There was a war about

So she could not run freely

As she used to


And in the night

The shadows came

And took her away

Their names were Death

Slaughter and Murder

Guns and Bombs

Invasion and Destruction


They stripped her of her gown

Her long golden tresses

Her beauty, her youth

Her innocence


And when she returned

Into the light again

She was no longer Little Peace

But the hate in the hearts of men

The End

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