Pieces And Peace

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.

this is

poem by Atef Ayadi
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