Blessed Are The Peacemakers Poem by Alfred Barna

We withdraw our hand
Grimace, the bitterness of man
Some wish to make of it a game
But games are for spoiled sociopaths to play
With rules, which seldom are sane
Inviolate for you and I, but for them, they get in the way
The vast sea of us can live easily at peace
Wishing nothing more, than to enjoy our families
But there are men who never cease
To insure a perpetual unease
Creating shadows, promoting every fear
Creating monsters for a child, underneath our bed
But if we stop, and let our minds grow clear
Suddenly we see their moves, focus upon them instead
Their thin veneer is eroding for all to see
Lawless trolls who seek to dominate under every bridge
We can traverse the chasms between you and me
Together we can get beyond their control over the ridge
Blessed are the peacemakers who broker the pause
Between times of war, and men who truly are their cause