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The Peace to End All Peace

My parents were scarred by the war that had followed
the war to end all other wars.
I was born to a promise of peace — once insurgents
would submit to their role as our whores.

I grew up, I got older, and peace followed peace,
all our armies became military police,
press was always war-blind, so we tried to replace it,
then came socnet and smartphones: our dog-tags and bracelets.

The minerals, water, and oil in the earth
are not for the meek to inherit.
The peace to end all other peace will determine
the way that our children will share it.

Instead of the efforts to end things with power,
it's wiser to grow something new.
The powerful will — in the end — eat each other,
while the meek can cook tastier stew.

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