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. Pacifism 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