If there was peace beneath the page,
That I scrawl these words across,
I would never write,
I would tear this page,
And write upon the next,
If there was peace beneath these words,
I’d never lift my pen from the page,
I’d drag it from the North to the South,
East to West and back again,
Hoping the words would resonate..
If justice was still breathing,
I would ache to feel it’s pulse,
Because beneath this urban sky,
There is little love,
Pain is rife and tyrants roam the land,
If justice was still alive,
I’d want to know his thoughts,
Because beneath the veil of his eyes,
Would lie all the battles he had fought,
And what better story to tell,
Than one that would forever resonate,
Beneath this page I write upon..
One will never come without the other, peace and justice will always walk hand in hand.