Vrede

Not my house,
It's way to loud,
Just me and him,
We don't need a crowd,
He cusses me,
I yell at him,
And in the morning,
We start again.

Shells fall like rain,
Blood flows like water,
You killed my son,
I crushed your daughter,
Our blood ends here,
No seeds to carry,
No one to fear,
No child to marry.

Who makes the peace?
Is it your or I?
Is it someone else?
That other guy?
Do we hide our hearts,
Inside out minds?
And wait for peace,
While we all die?

His stomach swells,
Her tongue burns dry,
No dinner bells,
The baby's cry,
A pound of flesh,
Would be a boon,
No matter who's,
Hope it comes soon.

The halls are full,
But there are no eyes,
To see the cruel,
Nor ears to hear the lies,
The undead souls,
Go on their way,
No hearts to feel,
No words to say.

Who makes the peace?
Is it you or I?
Is it someone else?
That other guy?
Do we hide our hearts,
Inside our minds?
And wait for peace,
While we all die?