Peace's Soliloquy: An Anti-War Poem

By Gaurav Chandra Tuli -

 Peace's Soliloquy

The poem is Peace’s (personified) soliloquy to the devastation after war. Written purely from a humanistic and an ideal perspective, it seeks to rouse the empathy we suppress to lead politically pragmatic lives.

 

O War! What have you done?

Boiled blood on fire-lit bones; You call it fun?

A thought away I was,

Had Peace been invoked, all merry and laughing jaws.


You lured Humanity,

Tempted mortal fools too soon to mortality.

Though all fault is not Yours,

Dialogue’s an unheard serving slave to all throned wars.


O War! Now it’s all peace,

All sunk in debris’ deluge; death’s alive in peace.

Yet, uncanny quiet

is but calm before storm; now a fleeting quiet.


A scathing storm shall blow,

Not wind but incessant wailing, bereavement’s flow.

Pained wrath’s volcanic splurge

would burn warmongers – them and their remorseless urge.


Mankind, would then repent,

But all futile in Devastation’s land of cement.

Prayers calling peace ignored,

When the pen isn’t mightier than adored sword.

Gaurav Chandra Tuli

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