PEACE
What is this Peace
That statesmen sign?
To make it mine.
Clang and glow
Peace to know.
Where I passed by
Heard children cry.
Brimmed with rain
Peace again.
My Peace to hoard,
With a sword.
Something stirred,
For a word.
A man can find;
His heart behind.
The perfect breast,
To give him rest.
Since brain began.
For being man.
May, 1919