Peace

Foggy windows glimmer through the yellow haze,
A lonely city covered yet exposed by night
Street's vocalists sing out lost in hollow maze,
Faces sunk, sullen, showing grit of urban blight
And those whose lifetime's end seems near,
behind them the peace they seek seems very clear,
Ahead just chaos causing pained look of terror
Regretful and unable to forget their youthful error.

They beg the emptiness to be forgiven
But hear nothing but their own hurried pulse of life,
Call out their gods to end their strife,
To find salvation from without - they're driven
But true forgiveness can only source within
For peaceful souls are always free from sin.

Depressing pictures painted by social rats,
From towers we cry out of unjust existence,
and those of grace take off their formal hats,
and contemplate life at safe distance.
But our very being can't be simply judged,
And meaning made to fit the facts if fudged,
For same very fairness invented was by us,
Is simply inapplicable to something greater, plus,
Even if was, it wouldn't be for us to judge,
The fairness of life, the justice of our own essence,
And still we wouldn't see with any luminescence,
Beyond our mental putrid sludge.

True understading comes from within

Who seeks inside deserves their mocking grin.

A child's selfishness provides a perfect guard,
Until we're taught to share we're at peace,
Then suddenly we just get half - we're scarred,
The unilateral perception has to cease,
And as we're forced to make world just,
Can't help but notice with disgust,
That universe does not obey our fair tries,
And on deaf ears fall our loud fair cries,
For justice is no matter to the world,
as injustice far from being ever noted,
and with deep faces we've our elders quoted,
about fairness our mothers twirled,
And in the realm unfair by us declared,
The only truly fair thing 's an apple shared.