About peace

There are times when peace
is nothing but fear;
fear of you, fear of me,
fear of us who do not want night.
There are times when peace
is nothing but fear.

There are times when peace
tastes only of death,
of those dead forever,
of those who are only silence.
There are times when peace
tastes only of death.

There are times when peace
is like a desert
without voices or trees,
like an immense void where men die.
There are times when peace
is like a desert.

There are times when peace
gags mouths
and binds hands,
and leaves only your legs to flee.
There are times.

There are times when peace
is nothing but that,
an empty word
for saying nothing.
There are times.

There are times when peace
does much more harm,
there are times when peace,
does much more harm.
There are times.