Peace (Part 3)

According to the Merriam Webster dictionary
Peace is a noun
A state of tranquility or quiet
Security or order within a community
Provided for by law or custom
But the dictionary is a piece of…shhhh
In my book peace isn’t a noun…its ironic
It’s a struggle
Because if it came easily it wouldn’t be worth it
I find peace under pear tree shade
Serenity to me is leaking release through paper pad pores
So giving you this piece of me is my form of inner peace
Some find tranquility in meditation Ohmmmm
Or in empty bottles of medication Prozac
Peace is not only a symbol of long haired hippies in the sixties
“Peace man”
It’s not just a stale catch phrase from the nineties
“Peace out”
It’s what we strive for
Some criticize and say it’s what we’re alive for
Peace takes work
Peace is not working
Idealist
Maybe peace can’t be achieved
But billions have died for it…they believed
Now people find peace in stressful rings of mobile phones
And in military zones
But how is peaceful
Streets full of bodies
So here’s to peace in the Middle East
We’re not peaceful people
We’re just pieces of people
But still don’t fit the puzzle
Apes with clips waiting to let the bullets guzzle
This poem is a protest
Against those who put peace to rest.