The World Peace Treaty
by Rudolph Tenenbaum

Of human history
An unremarkable page.
Everyone lives
To an old age

And unsurprisingly
Dies in his bed.
Is widely spread.

A tedious peace
In a tedious world.
No bullets are shot.
No missiles are hurled.

No splendor of battles.
No thrill of attacks.
A heroic death
Is what everyone lacks.

About heroes
Songs would be sung.
They would be remembered
Able-bodied and young,

Unlike those wrecks
Of infinite age.
Of human history
An unremarkable page.

The world peace treaty!
They managed to hatch it.
The grieving generals
Buried the hatchet.

Copyright © 2008 - Rudolph Tenenbaum
Published: 7/3/08   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem