Solitary Soldiers

If living a life of love

was as easy as talking about it

the world would be a better place

with all the preaching going on

Instead it seems we languish,

fixated on all the ideas

while seldom realizing the ideals

Potato flakes without water

eventually grind themselves to dust

but when moistened

something else entirely occurs

One day I saw them

screaming at a soldier,

angrily, spitefully, crying for peace

Something about it struck me as odd

so I asked what they were doing

and they said,

"Peace is something worth fighting for."

I pray for the solitary soldiers

battling with windmills

and yet nothing that holds us together

Fighting for peace seems like hating for love

But then again,

if living a life of peace

was as easy as talking about it,

the world would be a better place

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