World Peace

The world peace marched into
The halls of men amidst
Degenerative shadows for an
Overnight in a fancy mansion.

Peace is but a window covered
By a crimson curtain to showcase
The ever-so-rare artefacts
In this delusional house.

A shadow appeared among
Many from within a circle of
Familiar men to illustrate
The power of a conqueror.

And as he ruled the infamous
Sovereigns of a scarred earth
With these familiar men
The world peace came to a halt.

And now, as irregularities
Arose in these halls of men,
Shadows devouring many
Allowing us to rot in pieces.

Saturday, 31st of January 2015