I am peace

Where they may find me

Seating in the lap of the aged

Weighing pros and cons for wars fought and lost

Or victories marred in regrets

Wishing for memories of blood

In sword slashing throat

Maybe you will find me

Among mighty warriors 

Stoking fire's ember

With choices tearing egos down

As a lonely voice crying

Choose dialogue over fireworks

Listening to the cry of the young 

Whose father is known in pictures? 

Asking what his death brings

Hope or loss in hollowed pain,

Or his wishes for a better world

For child wishing to call "daddy",

But he lays covered in dust

Find me in street labour

Smiling among hawking merchant, 

Trading wares for cheers

A dollar for just a quiet meal

Praying tomorrow  brings a calmer sale

To bless and make her merry

If you search deep enough

I lay in wasted tomb,

of lost and folks anonymous,

Asking that you come another day.

 Not to banter but to barter, 

With bread for just a penny,

So I can have my laid out plans, 

Fulfilled in seeing more

 my young grow to star graced men.

Find me, in rueful of rage that succeed them

Teach me in your schools and broken chapels, 

Make me a melody of your lyrics and tune,

Extol me in your legendary folklore and prose

Preach me in your chambers and shrines.

But please, let me be found

 I am as real as the lines of your palms

As the tears welled in your eyes

As the pain, strumming your heart.

As the joy brimming on your face 

Find me in your handshakes and business deals

Find me and make my name loud again

I am peace

That shall I be called