Ceasefire deals don’t last.
infantry gunmen rank file past
territorial boundaries
of designated homeland
costly adventure into borderland
re-igniting worries –
harbours of historic hate
that would be-head
and serve on a plate
any like John God-sent
harbinger of the Peace
to quell our hell bent
approach of limits to trust.
Warfare spent
in wasting lands
where molehills of suspicion
cement into mountains
of crumbling infrastructure
and political insecurity
demanding scrutiny
of the other
mother, sister
never a brother
to catalyse symphony
make melody of peace
only agent of terror
usher of deeper tragedy.
And peace eludes
crafted strategy
diplomatic fantasy
oblivious to ongoing agony
of dispossessed
who mourn
for morn
with dawn of Peace.