Silence promised but unkept,
Turns time into a liar,
And moments turn into hours.
Heads ache and spines weighted down
With exhaustion complain.
Tired of hollow words and empty smiles,
Faces reverse into neutral sadness.
The lines accumulated from time,
tell the truths we’d like to forget.
So we march on silently with a tiny hope that peace will come.
That Peace will finally come.