Reply to Bose Tsevende’s ‘Pieces of Peace’

Peace is the nut
War is the shell, We break
Peace is the Gold
War is the ground, we dig
Peace is the morning
War is the night,
we weep, we sleep
until joy wakes us
War is the rain,
Peace is the petrichor we inhale
Peace could be war.
War could be peace
Silence can’t speak
For its mouth is full of peace
Full of the pieces
of those who rest in peace

Tochi