My words of peace
are still cold on my mouth.
but the following deeds
are already slaughtered on the board,
and stored underground.
My questions for a safe world
Man spins around,
As if peace never existed.
That keeps this life going
Spin the next ganster his gold
In drug maintenance.
And it leaves him cold.
The state slave to the measure
Keep the bar too low.
They're being too nice.
But innocents
be buried,
So my question
remains unanswered.
the question
just remains the answer.
the peace lies
up a few ladders.
where civilized
alone is gifted.
and in case of incapacity
believe in peace.
promised in release