Pieces And Peace Poem by Atef Ayadi

if everyone
has his or her own
piece,
shelter,
food,
and every piece of drive
is
satisfied,
sleeping,
napping,
or dormant;

bingo!
a classical
peace,

an
oracle
that does not last.

but,
peace
is not only
a simple
drive,
a hormone,
a piece of chemistry,
a piece of history or geography, or
a piece of culture or a nano-culture.

piece is simply
moving from
threshold
to threshold

without awaken
the sleeping giant
of an ugly war.

war!
I mean
fight,
clashes,
fire,
words,
and all stirred in one boll.


so, choose
or gather
your piece,
pieces, and
peace,
for a beautiful
or an ugly war.

I still have my peace
in one piece,
in one word, and
in one hand,
no matter
how ugly or beautiful
your theatrical piece of war.




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