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“TWO AND A HALF MADNESS” - Panel.
In the realm of death
This is what happens inside it.
Death is an art
In which dying is its act.
In the realm of peace
This is what happens with ease.
I woke up dead.
All the beautiful red roses, dead.
All the zebras and horses, dead.
You should have left me dead instead.
Things broke,
Houses broke,
The earth shook,
Violence was the crook.
Peace is my neighbor’s happiness.
Peace is when your heart stays still and others take it for a ride.
Peace is not passiveness or indifference.
Peace is when you sleep for hours without worries that are sour in your mind.
Peace is a consequence of war,
But a war of the battle won from the inside wall,
Not a battle between my nation and your nation.
Peace is calmness and harmony.
Peace is when all the bombshells thrown on another man’s land
Rise from the ground, vaporize into thin air to become oxygen.
Peace is when all the guns and bullets melt to become manure
For beautiful flowers, red roses, lilies and fine crops to grow.
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