Becky Mate
Peace ruined our game when the treaty was signed.
We pulled out our troops and you pulled out yours.
Peace gave us surplus of stashes of weapons,
Now piles of useless metal and scrap.
Peace with its treaties constricted our borders
Which touch upon yours; your land won’t be ours.
Peace took away the fact we are separate
And joined us with bonds of commerce and friendship.
Peace having cancelled our displays of strength,
Like tigers declawed, we can’t show our courage.
Peace drained us of passion for our cause of religion
And left us confused about God’s/Allah’s will.
Peace made us grieve for our soldiers now fallen
Their glory stripped from them as they died in vain.
Peace made us feel stupid, useless, inhuman
Like a uniformed team outside the closed stadium.
But peace made us see where to take our new fight,
A new enemy and new wrongs to right.
We were fed up with war.
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